Emma: *jumping on her bed* Whee!

Clyde: Why are you jumping on your bed for?

Emma: *still jumping on her bed* Just to kill my boredom, since I can't go fishing for a while.

Alan: Emma, stop jumping on your bed! How old are you?

Emma: 17. *still jumping on her bed*

Alan: You're too immature, Emma. You're too immature. You got a lot of growing up to do.

Clyde: Agreed.

Emma: *stops jumping on her bed* Fine! You guys are dorks!

Clyde: I'm sorry, did you say something?

Alan: Yeah, did you say something?

Emma: Forget it!

This story was written on Sunday, June 27th, 2021.

A/N Emma is too immature. She has a lot of growing up to do. 😑 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.