I walked out of my room. My room was of average size, but It was my house as well. My piano lay in the corner, and a toy microphone lay on it. There was dragon pictures and books and drawings and toys all over the room, and there was a poster of Ladybug and Chat Noir. They were smiling, and Chat's and Ladybug's eyes gleamed in the light. I looked to the floor, knowing that I could never be like them. I'm clumsy, and nerdy, and I'm obsessed with dragons, and wishing that I was a dragon, and I was a loner. Nothing was going to change that. I walked out of the house, and down the street. I unlatched my green scales school bag and grabbed my dragon diary. I wrote anything interesting that happened around me. Like the pigeons flew up the bird feeder's face, or the black cat from down the street knocked over a kid. Anything like that.
I came into view of the giant steps that led up into the school. I solemnly walked up them, and Chloe walked up to me with her signature "So where do you think you're going."
"As far away from you as possible," I snapped back. I somehow always had a comeback at the ready.
"Well- I'm glad that I never get to see your face again," she replied haughtily, thinking that she'd won. But I wasn't finished.
"I'm glad that I never get to see you're face again. Or is that your rear? They are so alike, I can't tell the difference," I replied innocently. She walked up the stairs, but I had one last comment.
"Hey Chloe!" I called and she turned around. "What are you gonna use for a face when King Kong wants his butt back?" Her face was hysterical. I swear I almost cried. That one never got old. But... I had this growing feeling that I needed to be extremely nice to someone today... Like I would be noticed for the first time by someone important (Chloe is just a thorn on the rose, the ugly thing on the beautiful.) if I did.