"My name is Rachel."
"Who are you talking to?" my extremely annoying little sister, Jordan, came into my room.
"Them. Anyways, as I was saying, my name is Rachel."-
"We know that."
"But they don't."
"Who's 'they'?"
"The-wait a second, what are you doing in my room?"
Jordan crossed her ams. "It's a free country, I can go wherever I want."
"Not if I tell mom, you can't!" I threatened.
"Mom's out."
"Just leave me alone."
Jordan rolled her eyes. "Whatever, "she went to go sit on my bed."
I cleared my throat. "Do you mind?" I asked her.
"No, you're not bothering me."
"Alright, so, my name is Rachel. I can't tell you my last name, or where I live-"
"But I can!" Jordan said, "her name is Rachel-"
I quickly covered her mouth.
"...Gencherrrgingon..."
Me: "Alright, cut, cut! That was no in the script!"
(Sarah enters from offstage) "Who put you in charge?"
"I'm the author here! It's my job to tell you what to do!"
"Well, I'm tired of that!"
"Too bad!"
(Sarah takes my computer)
"Give me that!" I shouted t-
My name is Sarah. I am seven years old. I have an evil fanfiction writer who bosses me around and is a big meanie!
"That's it! Everybody, take five! Then we'll take it from the top."
"Too late, I already posted it."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"