Talk:Disney Create/@comment-10011704-20130609133014/@comment-10011704-20130609133423

There's more. I'm on the second page.... here is what comes after:

 I turned around and saw a redheaded boy with countless freckles, a mischievous face and elfish features. He was riding a burgundy mountain bike with no helmet, and wearing a stupid-looking t-shirt that said, “I LIKE NARWHALS. YOU’D BETTER TOO.” Freddy Paterson.

 Freddy Paterson made me upset to live on Lodgement Drive. He was the most annoying boy in my town, and I tried to avoid him as possible.

 I picked up a tiny pebble smaller than my nail and hurled it at him. “What are you doing here?” I growled.

 He threw me back the rock. “You mean in my neighborhood?”

 I glared at him. “No,” I muttered angrily. “I mean at my house.”

 “I’m not in your house,” he said, clearly amused by this. “I’m in the street, technically not in your house. Or your property.” I glanced down to his feet. He was right; his orange and black Reebok sneakers were planted on the asphalt.

 My face felt hot. “Whatever,” I said, my voice in a mad whisper. “But what are you doing here anyway?”

 “I came you annoy you.”

 “GET OUTTA HERE!”

 He smirked, and I guessed that was what he wanted all along. “Whatever the queen asks,” he sniggered. And with that, he hopped back on his bike and pedaled his way onto Ginger Street, the main road little Lodgement Drive was connected to. Good. He was gone.

 I need shade, I thought, my sweat dripping into my open palm. Literally dripping buckets, I dragged myself to the back of the cul-de-sac and slipped through the towering oak, spruce, elm, and pine trees in the small forest at the end of the street. Finally, I appeared at the street at the other end of the forest, Pembrook Lane.

 I dashed through somebody’s yard so they would not see me. Leaping up stairs, I rammed on a dark brown door of a blue house.