If it's not obvious at this point - I've never liked her much.
Some months ago, the girl and her mom came over to our house one evening to sit by the campfire we have in our backyard. My mate and I were just coming home from whatever we were doing that day, and we'd brought dinner home for the two of us to eat. So we were getting out our food and were about to eat, and then the neighbor girl comes into the house from the backyard because she wanted to play with the dogs. Mind you - she's not supposed to be in our house by herself, and I was under no obligation to watch her, so I immediately felt like she was intruding upon my privacy as soon as she entered the house. I went outside and asked my parents if they gave her permission to go inside, and they said to leave her be, and just to tell them if she started bothering me.
For the next several minutes or so, she was playing with the dogs... running around the house, picking them up and carrying them around, etc. (All three are weiner dogs, so they're small.) Eventually she got bored or something and started talking to me when i was getting ready to eat. She rambled on about how she was in Girl Scouts and had just learned the "Girl Scout Law", which is an oath that Girl Scouts have to memorize or whatever. She started asking me if I knew the Girl Scout Law, and I said I didn't, and after several more questions and pushing me about it, she made me recite the paragraph, repeating each line after her. I was just trying to remain patient with her and play along so she'd be satisfied. By the time I finished repeating it though, I'd had about enough and wanted to eat my dinner. Then she asked me to repeat the Girl Scout Law again. I said no. She got angry and kept insisting that I repeat it. Again I said, "No, I said it once. I'd just like to eat my dinner." She continued to yell at me to recite the Girl Scout Law a couple more times, and I continued to decline.
Then she grabbed one of the dogs, held it over her head, looked me straight in the eye and said, "Say the Girl Scout Law again, or I'll drop him."
I was done playing around. I glared at her and said, "Put him down. That's not funny." She continued to hold the dog up in the air, and again said, "Say the Girl Scout Law." I immediately got up and headed outside to tell her mother to get her out of there, and as I walked toward the door, the girl put down the dog and started pleading with me not to tell her mother. Her mom called her out of the house, and my mate and I went back to eating our dinner.
I waited until the girl and her mom went back home to talk to my parents about what happened. I told them what the girl did and said, and that I was furious with her and would never trust her around the dogs. ...And my parents completely blew me off, making excuses about how "she just gets a little wild sometimes" and that she really doesn't mean any harm.
...What? No. Just... no. I honestly still can't believe my parents still let that demon child play with the dogs. I can't believe they wouldn't trust me to know what I'm talking about. I don't care how irresponsible or "wild" a child may be... threatening the life of an animal over a stupid, unimportant element of conversation is one of the most sick and deplorable things a person can do. Kids shouldn't just be allowed to do that with no consequences. And my parents didn't want to do a damn thing about it.
I still hate that girl for what she did, and my parents still welcome her into our house all the time. Every time I hear her enter the house, it feels like a personal insult to me. I had told my parents that I can't control what they want to do with their dogs, but that the girl was not allowed to touch my cat or gerbils whatsoever. I also told my parents to warn me before they let the girl in, so that I could put my cat in my room where she's safe. Do you think they bother to warn me whenever the girl comes over? No, of course not. Because that would require showing some kind of respect for how I feel.
My parents keep two pictures of the girl with the dogs on the fridge, and I always cover them up with magnets. It may seem petty, but I can't stand looking at her every day. My mom eventually noticed what I was doing and told me I "shouldn't hold a grudge forever over one little thing"...
...I hate living here.