At the party, I surveyed the my room to see if any of my 131 stuffed animals are being tormented. I have specifically instructed that nobody can harm any of my stuffed animals.Then I noticed that Andrew had emerged from behind the bed, punching Justin the Tiger. He was very subtle about that. I meandered to him. After I emerged right in front of him and snatched Justin away from him, a look of surprise crossed his face, and just as quickly turned into a smirk. I said he was very mean and I asked him what he would feel like of it was him who was being tormented like that. I inquired him of why he was doing that and said that if he ever does that again he will have to go back home and my mom will tell his mom what he did even if it sounded ridiculous. He said nervously, “Uh, sorry…” And after a moment of thinking, I answered, “Apology accepted!” He sheepishly turned around and continued playing with my brother’s Lego. The others were all completely frolicked playing games on the computer, the Xbox, the Wii, puzzles, eating junk food, or playing with my stuffed animals. Suddenly chaos erupted from the game room where the Xbox, Computers, Televisions, Wii, and the cabinet of junk food were located. Maybe they’re having a food fight I thought. I imagined chips in Davids hair, pizza on Ann’s hair, and cheese balls flying everywhere. The results in my imagination were not pretty. A shout -from who?-filled the house, “Kill it!!!” The Hornet Bee hovered over the television. The girls running everywhere and the boys throwing Doritos at the bee. And me? I screamed and ran away.