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No.

The guy at the store said that I was that, and then he patted me on the head. His wrist is bruised now.

Good for you.

I asked him politely to not to touch me. He proceeded to call me "the cutest little thing" he'd ever seen. So I was forced to hit him. While screaming at the top of my lungs that I was not going to get in his car.

People stared.

Yes, she is grinning.

You're a particularly horrid little girl, did you know that?

Are you sure you don't want a pony?

A pony isn't practical.

If, however, you were to feel inclined to buy me a very nice, new computer...

What happened to the old one?

Nothing.

I just never say no to upgrading.

*pulls out a credit card and hands it over* Now, remember, your name is *checks it* Evelyn Bowers. I'd use this quickly.

Takes the card and pockets it.

I'll have Mom do it. They'd never let a kid buy a computer. The store never checks ID.

It means you're very mature for your age.

I think that's a good thing. Most kids my age are stupid.

*arches eyebrows* I hope so.

You get called that too?

*forced smile* Substitute ten for eleven and yes.

Holds out her hand.

Duela Dent. Nice to meet you!

*smiles, shakes*

Ryan King. Likewise.

Are you smart?

Embarrassingly so. Haven't you heard? Little kids and big books are 'just the cutest thing'.

I think I want to marry you. Yes, she probably got that line from TV. But she thinks it's an appropriate comment!

Little kids who don't want strangers patting their heads are also "the cutest things." And adults who say that get their hands hit and a child screaming at the top of their lungs, drawing all sorts of unwanted attention!

*quickly and quietly turns bright red - maybe he's not as close to thirty as he'd thought*

I know. They feed you all this stuff about stranger danger and whatever, then they turn right around and touch you and call you 'honey' and act surprised when you do exactly what they told you to in the first place. *grins* How hard did you hit them?

Grins. Really, she seems far more pleased to have caused a bit of discomfort than anything else.

Hard enough to leave a bruise!

Adults usually leave me alone, but kids my age don't. They're stupid and don't like it that I'm smarter than them all.

*is extremely grateful she didn't mention it. The last thing he needs is a girl teasing him*

Good job. People should know better.

*tilts head* Yeah? Kids at my school are like that too. Apparently liking school is a crime against nature.

They should. Sometimes you just have to teach them a lesson.

My uncle wants me to skip grades, but then I'd be with kids a lot bigger than I am, and then I lose my advantage.

*half-smiles* And they're always surprised when the 'cute little kid' fights back.

Huh. Well, yeah, it'd probably be worse to become the shrimpy little genius who neatly fits into lockers and garbage cans.