Cowgirl Boots Don't Belong on the Beach[paused]

Chapter three

"Amy, Amy! Wake up sweetheart!" I shut my eyes even tighter. I was not going to school no matter what my ma said. That place ,or should I say prison, was awful! All I wanted to do was go home! Why can't I just go home? The only good thing about my life right now was that my ma and dad said they would switch my phone plan so I could call and text long distance. My heart almost stopped beating momentarily as Hunter and all my best friends from back home ran through my head one by one. Vanessa, a complete angel and beautiful in every way. Fiona, could make even the devil laugh. Samantha, feisty but had a heart a heart of gold. Tegan, wouldn't even hurt a fly. Rihanna, the best girl someone could ever ask for. Luke, kept me in stitches. Frankie, nerves of steel but a sweetheart inside. I guess you never do forget you're first love. Hunter, words could never describe him.  

"Amy seriously, get your butt out off that bed right now. Ya don't wanna be late for your second day of school." My ma said her sugar sweet voice disappearing into a more stern sound. What did I care though? I rather lay here then go to school anyday. Atleast not go to school here.  

"No I ain't going to school." 

"Amy you have to. Come on hun, you'll make new friends!" I buried my face farther in my pillow. Screw friends. My mom sighed. "Well, I really didn't want to do this but if you don't get out of this bed right now me and your dad won't get you that phone plan that you wanted." Ok that caught my attention. What if I never talked to Hunter or any of my girls again? Ok I'm getting up...but only for Hunter. I practically ninja rolled out of my bed.  

"I'm up!" I announced after picking myself off the floor. Remind me I ain't no ninja. 

"Finally, now you better hurry breakfast is on the table." My ma explained and walked out. I could hear her do the exact same thing to my sister. Me and my sister were the same that way except she was pretty damn annoying sometimes. I yawned, stretching my arms and got to work on brushing my hair. Candice ,my sister, appeared at my doorway. People say we look alike, but I don't see it. She had my dads brown hair, but the same olive green eyes me and ma shared. Plus she was in grade 12 and was a few inches taller then me. I don't know maybe we do look alike except for our hair, but something that my whole family had was our accents.  

"Amy, can I borrow your brush? I can't find mine! Wait..." She narrowed her eyes "did you dump it down the freakin' toilet again?" I started to laugh remembering that one time when she wouldn't listen to me. She just sat there ignoring me while she fiddled with her brush in one hand and blabbed away to her new boyfriend (who, being a nice sister, I kept a secret from our parents) in the other. So I got pissed off and ripped the brush out of her hands and dropped it down the toilet. It was her only brush too. I still laugh at this story every time I hear it even though Candice almost murdered me.  

"Nah, wasn't me this time." I grinned trying to keep the hysterical giggles bubbling inside me quiet. I don't know why I find it so funny, then again it was probably her facial expression when she saw what I had done. It was priceless! Even she was trying to hide her smile. 

"Okay good! So can I borrow it?" 

"Yeah sure." I tossed her the brush which she failed to catch. Not surprised. She looked at me with mock anger. 

"Come on Amy! Stop throwing like crap!" One of the few things that I did love about my sister besides her beauty, was she could always make me laugh. I laughed and returned the fake glare. 

"Look who's talking Candy!" She gave me a malicious smile obviously having a good comeback for my use of the word Candy. She couldn't stand when I called her that.  

"Give me that brush Donald!" She did not just go there! When I was 12 I hit my lip on a table (don't ask me how) and it all swelled up. She would not stop teasing me about how I looked like a duck and yes, maybe I did, but no need to remind me! So she made a pet name for me; Donald Duck. Oh my god, you have no idea how annoying it was! "Pass the potatoes Donald!" or "Donald don't eat that piece of bread! You know bread isn't good for ducks." I grabbed the brush and she ran towards me trying to grab it, but I panicked.