"Melanie!" my mothers voice yelled
I heard two voices coming from outside of my door. It was my mother and- please don't let it be Kyle.
I looked down to my pale blue dress, and took my shaky hands and yanked them down, my dress went up, showing my underwear.
I got up, and stumbled towards my bed.
"Melanie, didn't I just call you?" She said, knowing she did
I nodded
"Your play date, Alphabet Boy, or Kyle. Whatever you guys call him. He's here" she said opening the door wider.
He smiled wickedly, and walked over into my room.
"Hey Melanie" he said politely
He was only doing that because my mom was in here. She's oblivious to everything and anything.
"Have fun you too" she smiled closing the door
"Wanna make airplanes, girly?" He asked scooting closer to me, with pleading eyes
I nodded and walked over to my dresser and got the paper and scissors.
I set them down on the floor and called him over.
We built 2 airplanes.
Something pointy hit my forehead.
"Ow!" I yelled
I looked up and seen Kyle smirking. "Stop throwing airplanes at me" I said rubbing my forehead.
He laughed and picked up his airplane. He makes me so angry sometimes. "Your just mad because you don't know how to make any" he said pointing to my crumbled up airplane.
"Why did you do that!" I yelled once again
He laughed, louder this time.
"So, do you know your Abc's yet?" He asked
"Yes" I said, with no emotion traced over my voice
"No you don't" he snarled, giving me a look
"Yes I do"
"No you don't"
"I do"
"Do not"
"I do"
"Do not"
I sighed heavily, I gave up. He's such a brat.
"It's like this, repeat after me. A, B, C"
"A,B,C"
"E,F,G"
"E,F,G"
"H-"
"I know my ABC's, yet you keep teaching me"
I said groaning. "Fuck your degree, alphabet boy"
He looked at me I shock. "I should tell your mama, that you've been cursing" he said shaking his head in disappointment
"It's not my fault you think your smarter than me! With all your bad poetry" I said fuming
"My bad poetry?" He said in disbelief
"Yes your bad poetry"
"Your just a little kid, you can't tell from good and right, from bad and nice" he said crossing his arms
"I'm not a little kid now, your the same age as me"
"Shut up, and go fetch me some apple juice" he said getting up, and walking to my bed and laying down. His arms under his head.
"And go fix your hair, it's so nappy! Before I comb it out myself. Kid!"
"Your in my house mister"
"I don't care, 'dolly'"
"Your not my daddy, and I'm not your dolly" I said walking out of my room.
