Jessica:
Flashback:
"Come on, Norman, you're doing it all wrong," I yelled, frowning at him while he tried to mix the cookie batter.
"No, this is how it's done. I'm reading from the book. You're wrong," Norman hissed, as always. We were the best of friends, but he was cocky and full of himself.
"No, show it to me." I hurried toward him, trying to grab the bowl out of his hand.
"Jessica, you're gonna drop it," he muttered, pouting at me while also glaring me down.
"No, I'm not. You're the one at fault," I argued, and he grunted, letting go of the bowl.
As he did, I almost fell back on my butt. He realized I was putting too much pressure into stealing the bowl, so he rushed forward and grabbed my dress. I tumbled a little, but he managed to steady me.
"Look what you almost did to me," I complained, and he rolled his eyes, folding his arms across his chest.
