Little Annie Fights Back

All my life, I have been described as "sweet". In tenth grade history for instance Miss Simons asked me "Annabelle, sweet Annabelle, is this your day of silence?"

My neighbor told me I was sweet. The teller at the bank said the same. It gets sickening.

Because------I really am not sweet!

To prove it, I'll relate what happened to a poor girl back when we were in ninth grade. It was a

very cold winter and we had to wait outside of the school for the school bus to take us home. Every day I would get to be first or almost first in line. Big Barbara would come along and shove me to the back of the line and take my place.

One day, I decided enough was enough and when she started to push me, I doubled up my sweet little fist and slammed it into her stomach. From then on, she let me keep my place in line.

Moral: Don't push "sweet" people too far.