I went with my dad to the store, and he put me in a bad mood. All the people were looking at me like there was something wrong with me for gritting my teeth. They acted like older parents were my parents. It was in a suggestive manner. I gritted my way through the trip alone.
I was gritting in the car, and my dad noticed. I was squeezing my cell and put it somewhere finally.
I wasn't too weird, only asked a few questions. I asked about making me feel something in a place. All I did was grit my teeth and squeel stop it. Why would I be in trouble? People were afraid to admit it was for anything other than my stomping. I did stomp some but only when I was out of control. I'm not submitting to anyone that I'm like a dead chicken.
What's up with people telling me I have to think badly of myself?
My dad was a bit sad more mad. Someone told him or he told himself that I was no fun to go with, but I learned something about shopping there. No reason not to go. Next time, I don't think I will.