"NO! I'm not doing it, Pa!" A girl said with a thick Southern accent.
"But you'd look so cooool!" Said a young man.
"Since when would pink make me look 'cool'?! I reckon you got some screws loose, Pa."
Alabama and America had been arguing about a dress for 30 minutes now, and Annabelle wasn't giving Alfred an easy time.
"I'm your father, and I'm taking responsibility to take care of my daughter!"
"Responsibility my ass."
"If you try it on, I'll take you to the NASCAR race tomorrow."
Annabelle's eyes widened in shock. Did he really just say...
"NASCAR!? I'm putting on the darn dress." She said, taking the sparkly piece of crap from her father's hands and walking to her room.
Her room was a tomboy's dream. Camo wallpaper, peach carpet, a bunch of hunting material, and tons of guns. Her bed was camo with a camo blanket, and she loved every inch of the soft fabric. She took of her red cut-off top and short blue jeans and slipped on the dress.
It was the worst thing ever.
She actually looked like a girl, which she hated. She absolutely hated the pink color of this horrifying excuse for clothing. She walked out of her room to show her father, who was glaring at her.
"I want to die, Pa. Let me take this darn thing off!"
"Not until I take a picture, eat a burger, and post the picture on Facebook."
"You wouldn't dare to cross paths with me like that, Pa." Annabelle hissed.
But, Alfred was already taking pictures, oblivious to his daughter's threat.
"Huh? Sorry, I wasn't listening."
Annabelle just growled and walked back into her room to take off the God-awful dress.
Do you guys want me to write for crack stories about America and the states?