I found Genevieve seated on the swinging chair in the garden. She was still holding her magazine and was reading it. I approached her and tried to sit by her, but she placed her legs on the seat, blocking me.
I sighed deeply. "Genevieve, can I have a word with you?"
"No. Besides, I don't have anything to say to you."
"Genevieve, please. I just want to talk. I don't want to fight with you, please.
She put her legs on the ground and looked at me in annoyance. "Daniel, what do you want from me? Why do you want me to listen to you?"
"Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you? If there is something I did to make you hate me, I am sorry. But please, I really don't want to have problems with you. Please, can't we at least be friends?"
"Friends? Why would I want to be friends with you? Because of you, my parents don't have time for me and my brother anymore. Why did you come into our lives?" she sneered.