Author's Note: I know Kuki sounds older, but that's how she came out. I tried to stay as true to the character as possible. Also I'm tryin to touch on the puberty subject. They are at that time in this fic.

Part Three-Why doesn't he like me?

Kuki Sanban

Numbah Three

I lay on my comfy mattress, with purple sheets and matching comforter. My Orange Sparkle Surprise Rainbow Monkey clutched in my arms.

The color made me think of Numbah Four's hooded sweatshirt.

I feel warm and cosy as I think about Wally. His blond hai, that usually covered his pretty light green eyes. He's letting it grow out. I think I like that.

He's shorter than me, but I don't care. I like small things. They're easier to take in my arms and cuddle with.

I really like cute and fluffy things. My room at home is filled with the pluch things and so is my room here at our Treehouse.

I bite my lip. In two more years we will all be thirteen. We will be teenagers and decommisioned. I won't remember, Numbah One, Numbah Two, Numbah Five, and I won't remember Numbah Four. That's what happens when you become a teenager.

I cringe and begin to cry as a sharp pain throbs at my lower abdomen. A painful reminder that I'm growing older.

My mother cause it a monthly visistor and I just began this painful journey today.

I hold onto my Rainbow Monkey tighter.

Because of this change, I yelled at Numbah Four for being insensative. I had entered the Treehouse in tears. Wally hates to see me cry. He questioned me on why I was crying. I told him I didn't know and began to cry harder. He tried to comfort me, but I pushed him away. He stomped off cursing profanities.

He never understood me. He doesn't get I like him. I like him alot. I have since I was eight.

I cry more and bury my face into my plushy.

I think of all of the times Wally's been nice to me only to ruin it by doing and/or saying something stupid. Like when I'm upset, he tries to make me feel better and then when asked about it, he says he does it for no reason.

I've talked to Numbah Five anout this. She told me some boys just took longer to get things. She also mumbled under her breath, 'In his case, he'll be twenty'.

It's benn three years and the boy's head is still thick as the day I met him.

I sigh as my emotions calm. I've come to learn the side effects to my 'monthly visitor'.

I huff at the thought.

I've noticed that as I approached eleven, I've become less cutsy and more mature.

Now that I think about it, it's all because of that big meanie head, Numbah Four. I don't want to be annoying around him, so I hold back my joy.

I slowly drift to sleep.

Why does that big meanie head doesn't like me!

Next up is Wally. There will be talk about his dad givin him "THE TALK"

After Wally is Numbah Five.