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StarShine 
Because Forrest was really confus--
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Throughout her long yelling--seriously, Fern should consider singing because never once did her voice break despite the shrillness; Forrest's face went anger red, mortification purple and indignation blue. He didn't even know how he should feel. He was even more confused than ever! So there he was, looking like a complete idiot with his mouth slightly open and his right index finger pointing upwards.
He ought to speak, right? Bummer.
"Bristol, is, NOT, my, love." One. "I love Ella." Two. "I'm not a bad guy." Three. "Alec is." Four.
"But yeah. They will probably marry. They go on vacation together." And there, he looked depressed and desperate. Wasn't Fern at least PITY him?!
Each statement of Forrest was followed by an attempted interjection, but Fern wasn't able to get in anything but a cut-off shriek before Forrest kept on talking. She had so much to say, and she wanted Forrest to just sit down and be quiet and listen.
But then he started to look sad, and Fern hated it when Forrest looked sad, because he looked like a cruppy, and Fern loved cruppies, and this was a problem. So even though the 11-year-old had a lot of things to yell about, she toned it down and instead said very matter-of-factly,
"Of course they will marry. That's because it's true love, and true love always wins in the end."
Then she perked up, and with a big smile, nodded to herself,
"That's how I know you and Bristol are going to live happily-ever-after too."