"Why? Why?! WHY?!"

Julie cried at the top of her voice.

John from next door peered over the fence, looking up from the bushes he was always so obsessed with looking after.

She glared at him and he quickly turned away.

Alex peered over his shoulder from the broken window he had been trying to fix, wearing his usual cold, stone, 'unamused' face.

"The more you shout, the more immature I consider you as," he replied coolly. "And how many times do I need to tell you? The world outside is DANGEROUS. You are still far too young to-" 

"I'M THIRTEEN! HOW MUCH OLDER DO I NEED TO BE?!" 

Julie could feel her face burning up and she stormed inside and up into her room to sulk, cry and rant on about how unfair her life was quietly to herself.