I'm so bored! I can't think of anything else to do. If only Pierre left me alone in my dreams...sigh. It's your cute and extremely adorable face's fault I woke up late! Anyway, I'm walking around the whole city right now. Don't worry, I won't get lost. I walked all around the city in my own time. Wait, what time is it? I looked at the big mounted clock on the wall. Quarter to six. Maybe I should get back to the Lodging House now? I totally know the way home. It's this way...no, it's this way...or was it that way...umm...where was it again? I'm pretty sure it's this way...I'm not lost...I'm not lost...eheheh...I am lost! NOOOOO!!!

"Caught ya snoozin! Haha!!!"

Huh? What? Oh well, whatever. I better just play Game Boy again. What the?!?

"MY PACK!!!" That little prick stole my GBA pack! You come back here!!!

I chased the little bastard. Damn, he's fast. But not that fast!

"Come back here!" The snot taunted me and clicked his tongue. I swear, if I catch you, I'm gonna beat you into a bloody pulp! He went through the Brooklyn Bridge. Okay, I'm feeling tired now. And angry!!!

"You're roadkill!!!"

"HAHA!!! TRY TA CATCH ME, GRANDMA!!!" Grandma? Grandma?!? ARRGHH!!! Here comes the pain!!!

"YAH!" I tried to jump-kick the little bastard. Shit! Missed.

"Ya gotta do betta than dat!" He clicked his tongue at me again. He's really making me mad now! I put on a boost of speed. He kept running and running. He reached the end of Brooklyn Bridge and down to the docks. You think I'm going to give up that easy?!?

"Give it up, missy!"

"NO FRICKIN' WAY, BASTARD!!!"

Arrgh! You evil little brat! GIVE ME MY GBA PACK!!!

He ran through the docks and through a group of mean-looking boys jumping into the water like retarded freaks. The little boy suddenly stopped and hid behind a post. Ahh, I get it. You wanna play hide-and-seek, eh? Okay, I'll play.

"Come out, come out wherever you are, you little freak!" I can hear him giggling. Ugh, it's so annoying.

"Dammit! Just give it back!"

"Lookin' fer dis?"

A guy's voice spoke behind me. I turned around and saw a wimpy-looking dude holding my-

"Hey, that's mine!"

"Not anymore!"

He opened the pack and took out my GBA. Get your dirty hands off my Game Boy, you skeez!

"GIVE-IT-BACK!!!"

"Why should I?" He's really annoying me!

"What da hell is dis?" He said, looking at my Game Boy Advance curiously.

"It's none of your business, now give it back!"

"Make me."

"Just give it back!"

"Well, try ta steal it back den." Oh, you think you're some big stupid ugly idiot, huh? Well, here goes! I snatched the pack and my GBA off from his hands.

"It's all in the wrist!"

HAH! He looked dumbfounded. Who do you think you are now, you stupid idiot!

"Heh, it's not really dat interesting anyway! Ya got what ya wanted! Now, go home, little goil!"

What the?!?

"What did you call me?!?"

"Little goil! Why? Got a problem wid dat?"

"You bet I have a problem! Little girl, my ass!"

"Oh, ya t'inks yer a big goil? C'mon, show me what ya got! Or are ya scared?"

He's challenging me, eh? Too bad for you, buddy! I don't give up a challenge!

"What? Got no heart, little goil? You gonna cry now?"

Let's try to walk away. I'll show him!

"Hah! Now you're walking away? Poor little goil got scared?"

"TAKE THIS, ASSWIPE!!!" I jump-kicked him right in the face. Now, let me say this in a casual way: Ahem, ahem...'Tis a jolly feeling when you kick someone in thy face, isn't it? It gives me complete satisfaction, happiness, rapture when I kick someone in thy face. Ahh...what a glorious feeling! AHAHAHA!!!!

"How's your heart now, huh? Bring it, beefsteak!" Just look at his face! He looks so stupid! That's what you get when you mess with me! Now, I'll walk away, feeling like I won a million dollars!.........Huh? CRACK! BOOM! That doesn't sound right. I looked up the sky. It was veerryy dark. The sky's threatening to rain. No! Please! Anything but that!

"What's wrong, huh?"

One of those stupid boys asked. Shut up! Why should I tell you? CRACK! BOOM! Oh no!

"Why are ya shakin' like dat?"

Go away! CRACK! BOOM! Eeep! Suddenly, a lightning has pierced itself in the dark skies above. And pretty soon...

"AHHH!!!"

Thunder!!!

"What's wrong wid you?"

"I...I...uh...EEEK!" Another lightning shot through again and another loud crack of thunder. I wanna go home!!!

"eheheheheh...heheheheh..."

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I didn't answer. It's too embarrassing. I'm fourteen years old and I'm scared of-

"EEEK!" Please stop now! I'm getting really terrified!

"Just tell us what's wrong." No way! I don't wanna! I don-

CRACK! BOOM!

"EEEK!!!" I kneeled down the ground. The boys backed off a little. Even the boy I kicked in the face looked reluctant to be near me. Another crack of thunder sounded again. I crawled like an insect towards the jump-kick-in-the-face boy and clutched his leg tightly.

"I HATE LIGHTNING!!! I HATE THUNDER!!! I WANNA GO HOME!!!"