Um, I think you should put the food in the kitchen instead of the living room and before doing other things.
Look, I don't need you to boss me around or tell me what to do!
I wasn't trying to boss you around, all I was trying to do was protect my/the from dropping.
Sorry, for yelling, it just felt like you were trying to boss me around.
It's okay, and I'll try not to make my suggestions sound bossy or like an order.
Just came back from Taco Bell, and it has started to become dark.
You, tryin' to tell me what to do?
Scout, try not to antagonize Aunty, hear?
*Reads up to down*
You damn morphodite, I'll kill you!
After talking it out and explaining each others feelings.
That's all. Both of you go to bed right now.
Jem got up and padded across the rug. He motioned me to follow. He led me to his room and closed the door. His face was grave.
He was still on the bed an I couldn't get a firm stance, so I threw myself at him as hard as I could, hitting, pulling, pinching, gouging. What had begun as a first-fight became a brawl.
Aunt Alexandra was present but silent, and when she went down the hall with Atticus we heard her say,"... just one of the things I've been telling you about," a phrase that united us again