“But what colour should it be?” I said staring at the small object.
“I dunno, it’s yours, not mine,” replied Anastasia.
“Hey! Since when was it mine? You made it!” I snapped.
“Did not!”
I didn’t respond, she was playing a mind trick on me to get her way, when everyone knew she made it! She just didn’t want to colour, because she thought it would ‘ruin her nails’
I scoffed whenever I heard her say that. Even if she did ‘ruin her nails’ it’d still be better than having to stay here the rest of the night arguing with her, honestly, pathetic.
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