1984
Wilma Pastrana really likes to annoy me sometimes.
Not only she tries to get on my nerves, she likes to tread on them until I start yelling up her ass in Arabic. I'm glad she doesn't understand a single thing I'm yelling at her, or else she will find a way to give me a comeback. It's like she wants to break everyone of my mental eggshells so then I could curse her out (which I wouldn't if I was sober of anger).
But I'm not much of a problem, since Wilma literally has five brothers and no sisters. Let me take her brother Raúl, for example. Let's say he sat in Wilma's tree yesterday, and Wilma catches him sitting the tree after school today. What would Wilma do? A, be nice and leave his ass alone; B, not look at him; C, find another route home; or D, yell at him until he knows who's boss. Wilma would be D, yell at Raúl until he knows who's boss. I don't know if Wilma has ever done that to me for as long as we've known each other.
Other than that, Raúl is way more annoying than me.
Where were we? Oh, right, Wilma. Ever since she found out that I had the crush on Sofia Mendoza, she's been trying to get me to hit on her in Arabic, but I keep telling her, "Wilmita, habibti, I can do that myself!"
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