Mr StephensonThe little girl looked around carefully before taking off her glasses and arranging them carefully in the middle of the brown wagon. Pushing her long wavy brown hair out of the way, she sat down facing it with her chin popped up on her elbows.Mr Stephenson10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello Mr. Stephenson. How are you? I'm fine, Abbey. And how have you been? Fine. I'm good. Well, would you like to come in? The wife's making some cookies, and Jeremy Anderson will come by later and play. He's a big stinky-pants. Well, I guess he is. But I would love some cookies. Of course. Come in."
"Hey dork! Talking to wagons again? Hey look, I'm Abbey, and I like to play with creepy dolls."
"Shut up Jeremy! My dolls are not creepy, you butt-face!"
"Yeah right. You're just a weirdo freak with no friends. You can't even do well in school. All you do is make up your stupid little stories. Even you mom says you're an idiot."
"Shut up! You're just an idiot who will never understand!"
"I think I do. I think that you're the idiot! You should