Camp NoNoWriMo, July, Day Seven: Excerpt

It is silent between us, and I'm thankful for that, but she doesn't seem to like the silence much, opening her mouth in only a few minuets, "What? Did something traumatic happen to you as a child?! Were you tortured?! Starved?! Neglected?!"
I grunt, "No."
"Well then, what is it?!
"Nothing."
"It's not nothing! It has to me something!"
"It's nothing." I assure her, but she won't believe me.
"Maybe when you were an infant you were dropped on your head!"
"No."
"Kicked in the head?!"
"No."
"Thrown into a ceiling fan?!"
"No."
"Do you have brain damage?!"
I groan and stop, "Shut up."
She scowls, "No! I want to know why you're so... eh..."
I roll my eyes and start moving again, "I'm not eh. I don't know what eh is."
She growls in frustration, "You know what I mean!"
"No, Mortal, I don't."
She practically screams, her fists trembling at her side, "THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU!"