The person under her bed did not move, and Mary narrowed her eyes dangerously. If the person wasn't careful, this could easily turn into a temper tantrum on her part. "If you don't move, I will pull you out myself." She warned, and she knelt on the floor again to let him know that she was serious. Mary would not stand for someone sneaking into her room and acting as though they had every right to be hiding under her bed.
"I won't hurt you," Mary lied as the two braids her hair was tied into fell over her shoulders. If worse came to worse, she would get in a terrible temper and hit the person. She wasn't afraid of them. "If you come out from under there, I won't hurt you or inform anyone of you sneaking into my room. Is that fair?" The girl asked, a stern and authoritative expression glued to her face.