Death can't touch this!

Chapter 1 | My Couch Wedding

Amy

   I yawn as I sit up from my seat in the car. This is so boring! I wish I could just telort to the new house! Not sit here and stare out the window looking at the trees that we pass. Lots and lots trees. I think this is how I will really die, by boredom. Ha.

  "Are we there yet?" I ask my mom for the millionth time today.

   "No," she answers,"we'll get there soon. Just an hour away."

   "Finally." I mutter. "I can't believe you made us go there, unpack, then leave again just to stay with grandma for a whole week for a stupid party."

   "It wasn't a 'stupid party'. The family reunion is when everyone, even us, has to go. No excuses. Grandma will have our butts if we didn't come."

   I shutter. Grandma can be real scary, especially when you don't listen to her. "Whatever. At least the hot dogs were good."

   "And cake!" My father speaks up. Mom sends a disapproving look at him." I-I mean, the people there was wonderful! Good company and, and was sooo.... nice."

   I snickered."Totally convinced her." I whispered loudly to him.

   "Amy!" My mom turns around in the seat. "Behave."

   I roll my eyes and mom turns back around. When she isn't looking I stick my tongue out at her.

   Ah, my life.

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When the car pulls into the drive way, I unbuckle and fly out the door as the car stops moving. I run to the grass and fling myself onto it.

   "Oh sweet, sweet ground. How I missed you!" I say to it. Then try to get up. Key word is try.

   As soon as I lift myself into a push up, I fall back down. "OW!" I scream as my whole front side aches. "Bad idea. Bad idea." I probably shouldn't have jumped to the hard, dirty ground going full speed. Nope, not good at all.

   I groan and flop to my back and stay there until my mom comes up to my side. "You coming in?" She stares down at me.

   "Noo. I just love sitting here all day long and not going into the warm house with tv." I reply sarcastically. She rolls her eyes.

   "See you in the house." And there she leaves me here, sitting in pain.

   I sign and get up, forcing body to stand instead of falling again. I limp into the house and whimper ever step. I walk- no limp- into the kitchen, I go up to the seat next to dad and put my hands on the counter, looking at all the dirt on them.

   "That bad, huh?"I nod and he chuckles earning a glare from me." Shouldn't have thrown yourself to the ground like you were starving and it was the last slice of cake."

   "I wasn't thinking."

  "You never think." I gasp at him.

   "How could you say that to your own daughter?! Your only daughter!" I exclaim.

   "Yes, you're my child and as your father, I know you best; I know you don't think a lot. Or anytime, really." He shrugs.