“I’m happy. See I’m smiling.â€? I smiled the cheesiest I could.
“Happiness is a feeling, hard to express, I don’t believe your happy, you aren’t happy with who you are, because your who everyone wants you to be. Loosen up, take a few risk, don’t do a few Homework assignments.â€? He ends his sentence with a snicker.
I feel as if hitting him a few times with a hammer would make me smile with true happiness, but I’m not sure if Annie has hardware tools in the house. “
“I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but the only people that parade around here with that constant happiness are seriously estranged, or the kids with the most spirit, hmm, I wonder who that could be ?â€? The Imaginary bubble around him popped and disappeared around him. I coughed sarcastically he was now getting aggravated, which I found myself not caring, surprisingly.