I'm not who you think...

Some of you might be thinking, This kid is an angel; her parents must be so proud of her!

Well, I can't say I'm that type of person.

Firstly, I only write the articles because I can think of nothing better to post.

Yes, I usually listen to my parents but sometimes I'm kind of... let's see, what's the word for it? Oh, yes, rebellious! I can't say I always listen to my parents, but I can't say I never help them either. I also can't say I've never stolen.

Oh, wait— I can!

Well, not really, I guess. Once, I saw a 10 dollar bill in my mom's wallet when I was going to get her phone. For homework, of course. But then... an idea came to my mind.

As soon as I walked ten steps with the 10 dollar bill, I immediately felt guilty and put it back.

Does that make me an angel? Because I don't want to be. I'm constantly doing stuff that is dangerous by my parents standards. But it seems pretty safe to me.

I'm also willing to stare my parents in the eye when they get mad at me to make a stance. I do it to show them I'm not afraid of them.

Though of course, I am.

It feels good, though, to stare them down. It gives me a feeling of satisfaction deep down, and it makes me feel good to make them feel fear.

Of me.

But I can't say I'm all that scary.

Anyways, that's about it. I can't say I'm really proud about me sometimes either.

But if I can fix my mistakes, that's all that matters to me.

KIDS SHALL RULE