JustCitty101

             "Okay! So what if I strayed from the path a little?" I muttered. It felt like an interrogation that would never end. One question after another, repeating some, some that don't even relate to the situation. No person on Earth would ever understand the workings of Stanford Pines' mind. "'So what?' As if this isn't enough reason!" He held up my hand accusingly. I rolled my eyes to Fiddleford, who was nose deep in some book, leafing through the damn thing for what seemed like the hundredth time. It was no use to plead for help if he wasn't even paying attention. "We don't even know how we should treat it!" Ford threw the statement