Arrietty Mulligan is going through life and has been having fun doing it.
Richie Tozier has grown up, the way everyone does, and he's been staring at his girlfriend along with it.
The Losers Club never really changed, until they did. Life does this...
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*everything's feeling a bit much for me, so here's this. I almost did drive over a wall today and I kinda wish I kept going over the wall.
Have I ever told you that I don't like being yelled at? Well, it's true, even though someone's always yelling at me and I'm always yelling at someone else. It startles me, honest. My parents always yelled and it made me think that they'd start hitting each other.
This was one of those times we're I couldn't take being in a relationship anymore. You see, I was over Richie's and we were arguing because today he almost ran over this wall whilst driving. I told him that he needed to be careful and he said 'baby, I know that, it scared the shot out of me just knowing you were in that car'. So here we were.
"Arrietty, seriously, can you shut up for like, two minutes, please!" He yelled. Each time he did it my heart sank but I wouldn't let him know that. It's make it seem as if I'm trying to play mind games.
"No, Richard, I can't, why can't you ever just talk to me. You make me have to scream at you all the time cause you don't listen!" I yelled back. He was on the his couch, fingers rubbing his temples. I was by the door, still with my shoes on, jacket hanging up from the cold February weather.
"Why would I want to listen to someone who can't listen themselves. You aren't as perfect as everyone makes you out to be, you make mistakes, and you hate when you're corrected. Plus, you make everyone else around you feel stupid!" I scrunched my nose up and crossed my arms over my chest to keep my frightened heart at bay. I couldn't cry, not now, not in front of Richie like this.
"Well stop plugging that into my head. That's all I've heard from for since we've started this relationship. It's not my fault that I'm surrounded by idiotic jackasses!" I need to cry.
"Well, maybe I'll go find some other girl to tell that to. Maybe she won't be so contradicting?" I really need to cry.
"Fine, shell be taller, and blonde, and white. You'd like that a lot better, huh?" I'm such a fucking prick.
"Maybe so." He said. I rolled my eyes and walked up his stairs and into his room. He followed close behind me and watched as I grabbed a box filled with all of his records and dumped them out, beginning to fill it with my own materials.
"Whatever, Richard!" I said as he came in and began starting his bullshit again.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Arrietty?" He asked as he began picking up his records and throwing them on his bed.
"I'm leaving. I'm packing up all of my shit so that you can have room for your next blonde bitch!" The anger inside of him rose to his face. You could see how much he regretted this. I think you could hear how much I hated it all. I'm so over this whole 'being alive' thing. This trend is dead— I wish I was.
