Me: *walks in bedroom after school*

Brother: *with the little brat* *stepping on teddy bear Branchie's head*

That little brat my brother is friends with: *giggles and laughs*

Me: *eyes widened and screams* WHAT THE-?! (Brother's name), GET OFF BRANCH!!!

The little brat: *still giggling*

Me: *wants to kill the little brat but I don't want to but I still want to*

Brother: *gets down off Branch*

Me: *grabs my brother's arm and tries to talk some sense into him*

AFTER THE CHAOS...

The little brat's mom: *comes in and talks softly to the little brat thinking it was her fault which I wish it was*

Me: *thinks* IF THEYRE GONNA DO THIS AGAIN TO MY BRANCHIE IM GONNA FUDGING KILL THEM.

Me: *looks at my bed my brother was stepping on from Branchie's head* *sees it all messed up*

Me: *TRIGGERED* GOSH NOW I HAVE TO FIX THE FUDGING BED AGAIN.

TBH, I'm getting real sick of that little brat, and whenever she's talking about her birthday and becoming 6 years old, I would say in my mind:

My mind: I DONT CARE, I STILL WILL GO JUST BECAUSE OF THE CAKE AND FOOD NOT YOUR BIRTHDAY YA LIL *blurred*

Sorry, sorry, it's just they can mess with me but no one messes with LIL TEDDY BEAR BRANCH!!!