You sit there bored on the swings staring at your phone like you could magically will a friend to call you. With a sigh you put your phone away. "You going to hog the swing all day?" Annoyed you turn around to see Chloe standing behind you with her arms crossed. She was wearing a red dress, knee socks, and Mary janes. Chloe was a 11 year old from a rich family she had long red hair and a constant better then you attitude. Usually she would avoid your group like the other. Kids in the neighborhood but you suppose seeing you alone triggered her sense of privilege.
"What was that brat?" You say getting up to face her. Arms still crossed she leans forward and responds in a condescending tone. "You're an eye sore and should get lost." You stand there shocked for a moment. You are 6ft tall and nearly 18 and here is a kid around 5ft talking down to you. While you stand surprised she speaks louder. "Didn't you hear me loser. I said to get lost." After that you react stepping forward and she...
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