The Writer Gives the Wrong Impression
“What?”
He looked a little hurt at that. Yeah…I did sound a little bored…but I didn’t want it to come off that way! I felt just the opposite.
Dumb girl, my inner voice reprimanded, but I didn’t give chase this time.
The only sound I could presently detect was the scrabbling of Scooter’s claws on his scratching post as he promptly dismembered it.
“Aidan…”
“Are you a broken record?” I snapped, setting down the soap irritably. “I know my name already. It was the first thing I said when I gained the ability to speak.”
I inwardly flinched when I saw his expression.
That definitely didn’t go well.
Why are you getting so worked up over a simple thing? the little voice screeched, nearly driving me up the wall with its tone.
Just apologize, you doofus! It’s not that hard! One word, that’s all it takes. So-rry. Say it, say it!
Much as I struggled, I couldn’t make the words crawl up my throat and out of my mouth.
I was sure that my words would only carry unnecessary poison.