Uh…I…think…?!
Uh…
I don’t know what to put.
Oh…uh…fine…my name’s Anna May. Don’t laugh. My mum came up with it when I was born…and I just suppose I’ve hated it ever since. Maybe that’s why I cried when I was a baby — because I had such a weirdo name. I probably heard my mum saying ‘Anna May’ and that made me angry.
Everyone thinks I’m going to have a bad temper, because I’ve got red hair. It’s not even properly red. It’s more like a dark purply kind of red, you know, the smelly sort you get in boxes. I don’t have a bad temper. It’s just the way I was born, I think…
But I wish I wasn’t called Anna May, because it sounds freaky.
Very freaky.
I’ve got a little sister, and she’s even more freaky than me. Her first name is Samantha. What do parents have about these weird names? But she hasn’t got red hair. Her hair is fair and very long and curly. She’s got big blue eyes and likes to blink them at Mum and Dad when she wants something. My sister isn’t half a spoilt brat. >(
WAYS TO AVOID MY SISTER:
Bribe her out of your room with chocolate.
Get a lock on your door.
Get an electric fence. I have THAT.
Uh…the end.