Jonas Brothers Were your WHAT??
Prologue
"Hey! That's my doll!" I yelled. Having just turned 8, I was feeling extra bold confronting my neighbors, the Jonas brothers. More specifically Nick.
Nick just turned 8 a month ago (something he would never let me forget), and I was chasing Nick around my backyard, when Kevin (the eldest, 14) walked in front of Nick, yanked the doll out of his hands, and said "Stop bullying Marissa! It's her birthday! Jeez… what if someone you knew just took your brand new toy?! Anyways, Marissa here's your doll."
Kevin handed me the doll, and I shyly thanked him. Even at eight I knew that it was strange for older kids to talk to me, let alone help me out.
Nick pouted at him with his "sorry" face, trying to apologize, but Kevin knew better than to fall for it. "You aren't getting away that easily, go and apologize NOW!"
Nick slowly walked toward me and I'm pretty sure he mumbled something like "I'm sorry I took your doll on your birthday." But he said it so quietly and quickly I barely had time to hear "sorry".
Well I wasn't that forgiving. I quickly grabbed Nick by the ear, dragged him to the nearest tree and tied him up with my skipping rope (What? Come on I was only 8). Nick would never steal my doll again, but then again he never got a chance to.
A month after my "eventful" birthday party, my dad was transferred to Los Angeles because of a lack of computer scientists in L.A. Yeah, my dad is pretty smart.
Anyways I never saw my home or anyone I used to know.
Until today….