Impossible?

     “It’s impossible,” he insisted, turning his back on me.

     I took the opportunity to roll my eyes before glaring at the back of his head. If only looks could kill…

     “It’s not impossible. You’re just being impossible,” I pointed out, surprised at how calm my voice sounded.

     He spun towards me and advanced.

     “I’m impossible? Me?” He laughed at me. “You’re the one not opening your eyes!”

     “Last time I checked, they are open. Oh, wait for it. There, I blinked for not even a second,” I declared, making sure I fiercely insinuated the sarcasm.

     “You know precisely what I mean,” he continued, raising his voice as he continued to step closer to me, trying to intimidate me. “You are never, ever going to be a writer. Grow up!”

     “I will become a writer. You can’t crush all of my dreams.”

     “You’re never going to be a writer,” he yelled adamantly.

     I uncrossed my arms, leaned a little closer to him, and whispered for effect.

     “Watch me.”

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s