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I have a pretty hard life you know. It seems like everything is out to get me.
Take the other day... I was riding my push bike to school. It's a nice push bike. I ride it well... everyone says so. Especially my little sister...she wishes she could ride that push bike as well as me.
My Older brother is also jealous of me. Because I am just so efficient when it comes to pushing those pedals up and down. It doesn't matter that I need a rest break every 50 or so metres, the fact remains that I ride that bike damn well!
So yes, my brother gets really jealous of me...and totally tries to sabotage my rides to school. The day in question I was just riding merrily along, thinking fondly of the 12 pieces of cake I had managed to smuggle into my school bag, when suddenly, my brother swerves out of the way.
I was very preoccupied with my mouth-watering thoughts, so I didn't immedately acknowledge his swift movements. This was no doubt his intentions as I looked up to find several large garbage bins in my path...
Alas, my reaction times were poorly and I careened right into those bins. It was terriblely painful AND traumatic. I had to wear a plaster on my chin for DAYS!!!!
And my stupid brother got of scott free... but he better be careful... because I'm watching him. He, just like everyone else, is out to get me... I must be careful.. no where is safe.
I shall keep the plaster from my chin, as a reminder that everyone is my enemy!!!
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