Well, whatever, 'cause you’re ugly!
Aside: I work with 7th graders (~ 12 years old); man alive, are they mean to each other!
NO, YOU ARE!!! You’re so ugly that Tommy Mason says he’d rather kiss Swamp Thing than you!
You’re such a baby. I’ll just play with my cool toys, not your lame ones.
Liar, liar, pants on fire! 633 --You shut up now or I’m telling about the time in kindergarten when you wet your pants! Baby! Baaaaabbbbbbyyyyyy! <sticks out tongue>
Who wants to play with you guys, anyway? I gotta new video game at my house and my aunt’s taking me downtown. So there!
<gathers things, stalks off>
(actually all I did was read and climb trees at 10…)
(Shoves Q.N. in the sandbox and kicks sand on his shoes.)
So there! Now, where did I put Mom’s blush and mascara? If I don’t put it back before she gets home tonight she’s going to ground me.
Then, how will I be able to call Tommy Mason on the phone?
Ooops! :eek: I didn’t just say that! I didn’t mean it!
Runs off to find FairyChatMom and her new scrunchies.
“Milk Milk Lemonade. Round the corner fudge is made.”
::hits ivylass with her cast::
GIRLS ARE STUPID!
::goes to play football with the boys::
::finds that the boys don’t like her either::
::Tries to date matt.::
::Sigh. Reads alone again.::
I’m bored!!!
Excluse me, but your characterization of people at ten is insulting. You were once ten, and if this is how you choose to depict us, it says more about your memory than it does about us.
Or maybe this really is how you were at 10, which might explain many things.
[/snotty arrogant 10 year old “little adult” me]
I hate you! Hate you hate you hate you! Waaaaaaaaaaaah!
I’m not gonna be your best friend no more!!!
[Cartman] Screw you guys, I’m going home! [/Cartman]
Don’t cry. If you share your recess snack with me, I’ll be your best friend!
::ivylass sits on the ground and cries, holding her stomach, waiting for a mod-type to come help her::
(Funny how quickly this deteriorated into a free-for-all. I certainly don’t remember that at age 10. I had my nose in a book and occassionally came up for air to play with my Little People Castle and A-Frame house.)
How rude! goes over to comfort ivylass
[watching TV - ignoring request to reply to OP]
(flings sand in ivylass’s eyes)
Ha ha! Got you back!
Oh, and I stole your mom’s blush and mascara, stomped on them, and threw them in the dumpster behind the school!
Thhhhhhbbbbpppppt!
Hey, wanna come over to my house after school? I live right next door to Tommy and you can see into his bedroom from my little sister’s room.
::ivylass sniffs and wipes her eyes::
Okay, but first you have to help me get my mom’s makeup from the Dumpster.
I was kidding about that.
(fishes in backpack) Here it is.
Gotcha ya! 
Hey, if we use my dad’s binoculars, we might be able to see Tommy NAKED!!!
Thanks, Q.N.. I’m sorry I got sand in your shoes.
But naked? Ewww…that’s just gross! But I have my Britney Spears CD in my backpack. We can sing along to it at your house.
::goes skipping off with Q.N.::