Not Again

"Dude, for the last time, just open the window!"

"Daniel, you can't come in here. You know you're not allowed."

"How would I know that, I haven't even been over there since we were six and your mom got mad at us for trying to drown your cat."He literally chuckled about almost killing my cat.

"The cat fricken' hates me now"

"It's not the only one," he says pointing toward the pink jeep pulling into the driveway of the house to the far right. If you looked hard enough, you could see the snarl permanently resting on her face when it came to me. She hated me and yet I didn't know why. I've never done anything to her directly, I just made it a habit of correcting people, sarcastically, when they're wrong. She knows that all too well.