Overkill

"Hi Helena. You can put that over there," advised Rhonda.

She felt like a general barking out orders all day and still she couldn't wait for the day to end, it was just halfway and her feet hurt, soon it would be time to halt the games and call for the cutting of the birthday cake.

"Thanks Ms. Rhonda," she answered politely.

Helena nodded and went to put her gift on the nearby table that was already flowing with gifts. Before she went to join her friends who were outside in the garden playing a game of dodgeball. They waved her in and she was happy to join and be a part of the birthday girl's team.

Soon a war broke out over who had the right for the ball. If it wasn't Richard Myers being rotten to the core, oh how she disliked that boy he always ruined everything. At school he would shower her with gifts of the creepy crawly variety.