Inhale, inhale slowly before that temper get the better of me. Exhale. Good, good; must stay composed. Must stay calm. Must remember that it's not anyone's fault. Must not scream or say anything or make a scene. Though, I am rather good at that. I make scenes like nobody's business.
Just because it's no one's fault doesn't mean that it still isn't fair. All the same, I look at that ridiculously happy redhead paired off with the fly-off-the-handle-at-a-moment's-notice girl and it's just not fair! Even that stupid boy with the bush on his head is only a slight bit taller than that odd, cracked woman who seems to pop out of nowhere. They say they despise the other, but that's anyone's guess.
I, on the other hand, at best, on my tippy toes, with my back ramrod straight, couldn't even get my eyes past the third tie on his shirt. God damn! Maybe next time I'll jump and see how tall I'll be then and, maybe, pigs will fly and he'll find it funny and then scrunch down a bit so I can finally throttle him for being so tall.