Willie twitched, his grasp on screaming girl's shoulder tightening. What did she mean by 'Crockers' when she was clearly emphasizing on the word? Was she making fun of his lisp?! Was she?! "Shut up!" He snapped at screaming girl as she suggested that he should sit down and relax. He was not in the mood to eat and surely, he wasn't in the right mood to relax.

"I ain't cryin!" Willie practically yelled at her as she calmly told him to not cry. Why did she think he was going to cry?! Did she think he was a baby?! He was not a baby! "Ye jutht think ye tho thmart, dontcha? Tellin' me not to cry and ye know I ain't gunna cry!" Willie told her, lifting up his pants with his other hand while he still held onto screaming girl's shoulder tightly.

His nostrils flaring, Willie tried to take deep breaths. His mother did tell him he had the worst temper of all, and he knew she was right sometimes. Feeling a little calm, he let go of the girl's shoulder and sat down , grumbling some incoherent words. "Thtupid Garret. Bloody idiot."

"Ye thay one word about me cryin' again, I'll bitechu." Willie spoke, glaring at the girl. "I ain't afraid of bitin' no futhy girl like you."