tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51220561720696097912011-07-30T10:50:43.262-07:00Whisper Warnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122056172069609791.post-2863121916374849042010-03-03T11:52:00.022-07:002010-03-03T14:30:43.278-07:00<justify><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Another case of sparkling water already? Wow, you must be in pain, Alice!" I fake smiled and rolled my eyes at little Kendra's comment on my action. How could my sister be so distracted? Of course I'm in pain! Have been since she gave me a slice of some cake she made. "You know... This isn't a stomach ache, it's a heartburn. I know it is, I googled it." "Oh, don't be so dramatic... I'm sure it wasn't all my <i>fault</i>." Oh, so now she emphasised the word fault. Stupid, sarcastic kid. I cannot believe how tomfool she can be. And she got her sarcasm from me, too. Well, I <i>can't</i> blame her from trying to be me... I'm awesome! Hah! Just kidding, of course. Yeah, I guess I owe you an apology for having such an absurd sense of humor. "Whatever, freak! I have better things to do than sit here speaking to you." "Oh really? Then why do you keep doing it? Sometimes I don't get you, Alice. I really don't. You hipsters scare the living shit outta me." My eyes widened as soon as she finished saying the word <i>shit</i>. She never swore. It just wasn't her thing. "KENDRA! You 11 year-old pottymouth!"</span></justify><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122056172069609791-286312191637484904?l=starstrukkkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Whisper Warnoreply@blogger.com0