"Carl?"
He smiled.
"Yea Bae, it's me." He said.
"Don't call me Bae! Call me Bailey or nothing at all!" I shouted. He winced and looked around to see if anything was coming for us.
"Nothing's coming." I scoffed.
"Attitude!" He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed.
As you can see, I have a little attitude, but hey, most nine year olds do! To clear things out with you, my name is Bailey Elizabeth Grimes, I am nine years old, I go to Riverview Intermediate Elementary, and I'm in 4th grade.
Carl is in 6th grade.
I have long dirty blonde hair that's (scoff of disgust) straight. It goes down to about my elbows. I have brown eyes that everyone loves. I'm not quite sure why.
"Come on Bailey, we should go."
"Carl." I said, looking deep into his eyes. "Is dad still hurt?" I asked.
He glanced down, unsure of what to say.
"Just tell me! I'm sick of not knowing about things like this! About my own dad! My flesh and blood! And you won't tell me!" I scream.
He opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off.
"Save it." I say coldly. I stand on the branch I'm on and edge out till I'm almost at the end of it. Then I jump.
"BAILEY!" Carl screams.
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I know, I'm evil, YOLO bish!
Haha, I love all my readers(:
Stay human!
xx~ Hannah