Snippet #2510896

The boy couldn't help but scoff at her first reply. Girl were always cocky. It bugged him. Everything was always about them and they were obviously better than everything and the best at everything. That's why girls always got into those dumb arguments about who was prettier and all that crap. They just had to be better than everyone else. There was no way in the world that they could be second in anything.

Which was funny thing actually, because he knew of plenty of things he was better at. Like running and climbing and jumping and fighting and wrestling and plenty of other stuff. All girls knew how to do was how to wear dresses and act all sissy and pretty amd stuff. It was horrible.

"I didn' say you wa stupid." Elijah stuffed his hands into his pocket. He wasn't exactly sure what she was trying to do exactly by saying all this. Was she trying to impress him or show him who's boss or just being nice? Whatever it was, he didn't life it. "And I don' need ya help either." He started to limp away as casually as he could. "I got loads of money at home so I cawn get candy anytime I wan'." Well that sort of slipped out. Oh well. Can't take it back now.

Although he didn't really have loads of money, or much money at all, he still didn't want to accept the help. Because what would dad say if he got help from someone who showed him up in such a rude fashion? He would be a joke. He sure didn't want to be a joke. "And ma foot is fine, t'ank ya very much." He adjusted his hat in a rough fashion as if to say 'period'. That's what his mom said all the time. 'You're going to clean up the house. Period.' or 'You're going to watch Joshua. Period.'. It sounded serious and he's always taken it as such. So that was kind of like his period. 'I don't need your help. Period.'