Dadda was out at work that day, so I had to go with Micheal. Micheal was only my friend sometimes. Sometimes he's mean, and scary, and pranks me a lot. Other times he was the most fun person I've ever met. But Micheal was grumpy today; he had wanted to go to Fredbear's with John and Alex, not me. 

"I don't wanna play with Charlie!" He complained. "She'll get her icky girl-germs on everything!" 

I had frowned and stuck my tongue out at him when he said that! I even called him stupid! And it served him right, too! There's no such thing as girl germs! 

But Micheal had been pretty grumpy lately. He has a baby sister now, and he doesn't like that his parents are paying more attention to her than they are to him. And because she's a girl, he doesn't like girls anymore. 

So today, Micheal is not my friend. But I have to go to Freadbear's with him because Dada is at work. 

The moment we walked inside the pizza restaurant, Micheal and I rushed off in entirely different directions. He went over to his friends, and they played together in the ball pit. I laughed at this. The ball pit was for babies! I played on the jungle-gym like the big girl I was! 

I climbed up the ladder and slid down the slide all by myself! Then I did the monkey bars, and I crossed two bars! Two! I was really proud of myself. Today was a good day! And not even stinky Micheal could ruin it! 

Finally, the best part happened. Out on the stage stepped the coolest people in the whole wide world: Freadbear and Springbunny! Freadbear was a giant yellow bear, with a purple hat and bowtie. He had the most amazing singing voice! He sang the best of songs, too. He didn't sing those baby nursery-rhyme songs. Instead, he sang his own songs, about himself and his friend!

Then there was Springbunny, a big green bunny! She played the guitar, which was really cool! And sometimes, she would play a piano, just like me! And they always played such beautiful music! I loved music. I could just sit and watch them play music all day! 

Unfortunately, they don't stay on the stage for the whole day. Freadbear and Springbunny eventually left the stage, which I was sad about. But I quickly cheered up when Micheal's dad gave us pizza! But then he had to leave to work of his own! I didn't wanna leave Freadbears yet! Both Micheal and I begged Micheal's dad to let us stay. Eventually, my good friend, Uncle Scott, who works at Freadbears, told Micheal's dad that he could look after us while he was gone. So we where allowed to stay! 

Micheal went back to playing with the other boys. But this time, they played on the jungle gym! That was where I wanted to play! I went over to Uncle Scott and asked him to kick Micheal off the jungle gym for me. 

"Sorry kiddo," He told me. "But the jungle gym is for everyone," 

"Even Micheal?!" I cried. 

"Even Micheal," 

I pouted. Uncle Scott was being no help! But then I had an idea. 

I came up to the jungle gym and started to play on it, waiting for Micheal to try to tell me to leave. I knew he would. But when he did, I went forwards with my brilliant plan! 

"Sorry, Micheal," I said. "But the jungle gym is for everyone," 

"No it's not!" Micheal snapped. "Girls don't play on jungle gyms! Why don't you go play dolls with all the other girls!" He pointed to a group of girls playing with Barbies. I frowned. I hated those stupid plastic dolls! My dolls where soft, and fluffy, like stuffed animals. Those "new" dolls that all the girls in my class where always bragging about where terrible! 

"No!" I told Micheal. "Those dolls are stupid! I'm gonna play on the jungle gym! And there's nothing you can do about it!" 

"Get off!" Micheal snapped again. "Or I'm gonna go get Uncle Scott to force you off!" 

My face heated up in anger. How dare Micheal call him Uncle Scott! He wasn't even his uncle! Uncle Scott was my uncle! Not his! I was so mad, I pushed Micheal, and he landed on his butt! 

"UNCLE SCOTT!!" Micheal shouted at the top of his lungs. "CHARLIE PUSHED ME!!" 

I suddenly realized that he wanted me to push him. That way he could get me in trouble. 

"Charlie," Scott called out to me, sounding disappointed.  "Come here, please," 

I stood in my spot, chewing on my lip. Now, I wasn't only just mad. I also felt embarrassed. And sad. I couldn't take it anymore. I started crying. 

"Crybaby!" Micheal laughed, teasing me for my tears. "Crybaby, crybaby!" He repeated. 

Soon, all the boys on the jungle gym where calling me a crybaby. But it made me so sad, and mad, and embarrassed, that I couldn't stop crying, no matter how hard I tried. I just cried louder, and louder. 

"Crybaby! Crybaby!" The boys chanted. 

"Can someone tell that brat to shut the hell up!" I heard someone else shout. 

He said a BAD word. He said a BAD word because of me. I cried more and more. 

Uncle Scott took me off the jungle gym. I screamed and struggled to get back on. What are you doing!? I wanted to shout. Don't take me off the jungle gym! Take Mike! It's all his fault!  But the only sounds that came out of my mouth where more cries. 

"Charlie, stop it," Uncle Scott told me. "Your throwing a tantrum," 

No I wasn't! I tried to tell him. I wasn't throwing a tantrum! Throwing a tantrum was crying because you didn't get what you wanted! I wasn't crying because I didn't get what I wanted! I was crying because Micheal embarrassed me in front of Uncle Scott! I was crying because Micheal was mean, and stupid, and bad, and all of the other words that mean the same thing! It was all his fault! Why was I getting blamed? 

Uncle Scott placed me down in a chair in his office, which was behind the party rooms, where nobody but my family and Micheals family and the people who worked at Freadbears where allowed. I tried to wiggle out, but he pushed me back into the chair. 

"Charlie, shush," He told me gently. "Charlie, please, calm down," He handed me his key's for me to play with. I always felt happy when I played with the keys. "Charlie, I know Micheal can be mean, sometimes, but you can't push him. You gotta be the bigger person. If he's being mean, you go to an adult and ask for help," 

"But I did go to you!" I cried. "And you told me he was allowed to play on the jungle gym!" 

Uncle Scott looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. He just sat by me as I calmed down, eventually putting the keys into my mouth. He pat my head, and gave me some water, then wiped my face off with a tissue. When I calmed down, he told me to go back out and play. 

"Be good, ok, Charlie," He told me. 

"I will be!" I promised. 

I immediately climbed back onto the jungle gym, relived to see that Micheal and his friends were no longer playing on it. I sat in one of the towers, and started playing with the keys again. I was still too sad to do any real playing, but I was happy to just sit here and play with Uncle Scotts keys. 

But then, Micheal came back. 

"What's that you got?" He demanded, pointing at my keys. 

"They're the keys to this place!" I said smugly, seeing a chance to make Micheal jealous. "Uncle Scott gave me the keys to every room in Freadbears! Even the outside of the restaurant!" 

"Is that so?" Micheal sneered. "Well, who would want a stupid pair of keys anyways?! Kevin's mom gave five nickels! And now I can play on the games!" 

"Then go play your games!" I told him, not letting Micheal get the best of me again. "This is my jungle gym anyways!" 

"I will!" He told me as he left. "I wouldn't wanna play with a stupid crybaby anyways!" 

"I'm not a crybaby!" I shouted, feeling sad again. I curled up into a ball in the corner of the playhouse tower as soon as Micheal couldn't see me, and started to suck on the keys again. Micheal was not my friend today, and I wasn't sure if he would be my friend any other day ever again! 

Micheal suddenly came back with his friends, an evil smile on his face. "Charlie has the keys to the entire restaurant. I don't think this baby is responsible enough to have them!" 

"Go away, you big, fat, stupid-heads!" I snapped. Some of the boys frowned at the insult. I glared at them, not daring to blink. They would go away eventually. 

Suddenly, Micheal grabbed the keys out of my hands. "Hey! Give those back!" I cried, trying to grab them. Suddenly, one of his larger friends wrapped his arms around my tummy, holding me in place. "Let me go!" I demanded. 

"This is Freadbears!" Micheal declared, still holding my keys. "This is a place for big kids! Not crybaby's like you!" 

"Big kids don't play in the ball pit!" I snapped back. Then I stuck my tongue out at them, and blew a raspberry. 

Micheal kicked me in the shins. 

"Ow!" I cried, trying to struggle out of his big friends hands. He just squeezed me harder. "Let me go, or I'm gonna tell Uncle Scott!" 

"I'm gonna tell Uncle Scott," Micheal mocked. "Put a sock in it!" 

One of Micheals friends stuffed a large wad of dirty socks into my mouth. It tasted really icky, and the only thing I could say where quiet mmmms! that nobody could understand. The big boy held me by my arms, while two other boys grabbed one of my legs each. Following Micheal, the boys carried me off the jungle gym, across the room, and out the door. The boys tossed me out, and I landed hard on my butt. I stood back up as quickly as I could, and tried to open the door, but it was locked. 

Micheal smiled and waved the keys. He locked me out of Freadbears! 

I pulled the socks out of my mouth and started banging on the door. "Let me back in!!" I shouted. "Let me back in you stupid jerks!" 

Nobody let me back in. Everyone ignore me. Not even Uncle Scott came to look for me! 

It was dark outside, now. And it was cold. I started to cry again. 

Maybe I was a crybaby. But I was just tossed out of my favorite place by someone Dadda had told me I was my friend. Of corse I was going to cry!

I don't know how long I was locked out. But before long, a purple car that I had never seen before pulled up to the restaurant. Finally! Somebody to let me back in! 

A man stepped out of the car, in one of those purple clothing that the people who work at Freadbear have to wear. His face was kinda hard to see because it was dark and he was wearing a hat. But he looked a bit like Micheal's dad. 

"Mr?" I asked him. "I was locked out! Could you let me back in?" 

The man stopped. "Maybe a child..." I heard him murmur. He took a rag out of his pocket, and laid it in his hands. 

"Please?" I added, remembering what Dadda had said about saying please and thank you. 

Suddenly, he put his hand over my mouth and nose. His rag smelled funny, and I felt scared.

Then I felt nothing.