"I'm sorry!" Paul yelled at me. I flipped him off and kicked him where the sun dosen't shine. "Do me a favor baby and shove it," I said cooly while he was on the ground. "Your phyco!" He gasped. At this I smiled. "Paul you always knew how to flatter me." I climbed into my car where my friend was laughing. I giggled. "How did I do?" I asked. She tried to regain her composure. But she still laughed when she tried to talk. Finally she manged to calm down and said in her judging voice I knew so well, "A nine." She smiled again. I climbed into the drivers seat and started the car.
"And you wonder why no one messes with you." She says shaking her head. "I don't wonder about that. I know why. i think it started when I lit Josh's room on fire." She burst into laughter again and we drove to her house talking about all the things I've done. As we pulled into he driveway I protested feebly, "I didn't think the glass would actually break when i punched it. It really isn't my faul