I looked at all the people walking down the street. I wondered what they thought of me. I used to live with my brother, Max. But he kicked me out, saying that I was a danger. Dunno what that was about. When I asked him why, he told me to research my name. Dunno how some 'Alliteration Children' are gonna make me dangerous. I mean, I bet there's loads of other kids who's second name begins with the same letter as their first name. Maybe it was beca-
"Ow!" someone said to me, interrupting my thoughts. It took me a second to realize I'd just bumped into them.
"Nah, it's fine" she laughed
"Oh, umm, OK then. What's your name?" I asked.
"Yolanda Yoeman. You?" see, what did I tell you. Another name alliteration.
"Jaymie Jeskins" I told her. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen. You're one of the Alliteration Children too?" oh no! Not that again. Some people actually believed this stuff?
"Well I'm thirteen. No, I am not one of the 'Alliteration Children', so quit thinking I am" I tell her. Then I say "But I can do alliteration though..."
"Round and round the rugged rock, the ragged rascal ran. How many 'R's are there in that, tell me if you can"
"Haha! None!" Yolanda laughs. "Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers; a peck of pickled peppers, Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, where's the peck of pickled peppers, Peter Piper picked?" she recited.
"Was Peter Piper one of the 'Alliteration Children' too?" I grumbled, but then laughed at how odd it sounded. Yolanda laughed too.