Lauren throws a tantrum

In the end, rage won out as the dominant emotion. Lauren seethed as she sat there in the sandbox, looking up at these laughing, immature eighteen year old brats.

“Stop laughing at me, you bratty hyenas!” Lauren growled. “The only reason I wet my diaper was because you three kept tickling me!”

“No. You wet it because you’re a big baby!” Louise said as she and her friends began to laugh again.

At this point, Lauren had enough of this. She rose to her full height (which she discovered was actually a few inches shorter than her tormentors, which only added to her humiliation), and glared at the girls.

“You listen to me right now!” Lauren snarled, nostrils flared. “I am not some punk kid that you brats can kick around because you feel like it! I am not even a kid; I’m an adult and I demand that you snot nosed brats give me the respect that I deserve!”

The three girls stopped laughing as they stared at Lauren. For a little while, the three looked at each other in silence. Lauren smirked, believing that she finally got through to these brats. This belief lasted about five seconds before Louise began laughing again, this time even louder. Her friends joined in not too long after.

“Yeah, right!” Tammy said, her voice filled with laughter.

“My Mom’s an adult and you don’t look anything like her.” Carrie teased. “Especially up top! You’re just a big baby who needs her diaper changed!”

That comment was the last straw for Lauren as she felt her eye begin to twitch. She balled her fists as she began to shake in rage.

“I’m…Not…A…Baby!” Lauren screeched from the top of her lungs, unknowingly getting the attention of the other people on the playground. Jessie had been watching (and recording) the entire thing – from Lauren playing in the sandbox to right now, but when she saw the audience that Lauren was creating, she smirked. This was definitely going on the internet later.

“I am an adult!” Lauren screamed. “I am twenty-five years old and I demand that you treat me like I am a grownup!” she punctuated this with several stomps of her foot, not realizing that this was making her look even more infantile than anything else.

Lauren then heard more laughter coming from around her. Turning to her left, Lauren saw the people on the jungle gym laughing like a pack of hyenas.

“Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!” Lauren roared at her entire audience, hitting her thighs with her little fists. “I am an adult! I demand to be treated like one! I only wet my diaper because of these brats!”

At her confession, the audience’s laughter became even louder. Lauren snarled as she took a step forward, only to trip and fall into the sand again, earning another roar of laughter. Lauren looked up and snarled.

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!” Lauren screamed, pounding her fists into the sand as she kicked and flailed.

Jessie was laughing the hardest as she recorded Lauren’s tantrum; mostly because she was the only one who knew that Lauren was telling the truth. As much fun as this was though, Jessie couldn’t help but wonder if she should intervene now or let Lauren continue her tantrum just a little bit longer.