"What are you doing?" I said as I threw the clothes from my Brave closet onto my bed.
"Where is your suitcase?" ' he asked, stopping for a second.
"Why?" I said curiously. He bent down and looked under my bed. He then opened another door of my locker and took out my suitcase.
He casually put my clothes, which he had thrown on the bed, into my suitcase. I grabbed her arms to stop her, but she didn't listen to me. Back in the closet, I hugged my clothes in my suitcase.
"Can we talk?" I asked when he turned to me. Both of our arms were full of my clothes.
"Get out," he said, but I continued to stare at him.
"What are you trying to do?" I asked, but he walked past me and put my clothes in my suitcase. He then tried to take the clothes off my arms, but I wouldn't let him.
"Let go," I said, but he was still tugging. "Stop!" When I shouted, I took my clothes off him and threw them on the ground.
