“If I had come to this place sooner…” I groaned to my friend Emily as I rubbed my feet.
“Why would it have mattered?” She questioned.
“Well, for one thing,” I started, “People wouldn’t step on me by the lockers.”
Emily laughed, “Everyone gets stepped on over by the lockers!”
“Not Ian.”
“He’s like, 7 feet tall.” I said.
“That is an exaggeration. He’s only 6 foot 2.” Emily said rolling her eyes.
“What ever! But hopefully I get taller and the people that step upon my poor feet will get nicer.”