You are 16 and Sam's daughter. You have very bad test anxiety. Today is the first day of SATs meaning you woke up at 2 AM with a churning stomach.
YNs POV
I stumble into the kitchen sitting down in my seat. "Morning." Uncle Dean calls. "Morning," I mumble back. "You alright Honey?" My Dad asked coming in from his run. I nod. "Yeah good," I say biting back a gag. "Sure ok." Uncle Dean scoffs. "Are you sure?" My Dad asked gently. I nod again. "Eat something," Uncle Dean says putting eggs and bacon in front of me. I look at my dad and he nods his head toward the plate signaling me to eat. I pick up my fork and take a small bite of the scrambled eggs. As soon as I swallow it immediately came rushing back up. I push the plate away and run to the sink puking up the little my stomach held. I heard my Dad sigh and he pulled back my hair and rubbed my back waiting for me to finish. Uncle Dean handed me a water bottle and I swished and spit to get rid of the foul taste. "Are you alright?" He asked clearly worried. "Yeah. Sorry..." He kissed my forehead. "Nothing to apologize for." Uncle Dean shrugged. "I don't know I might take it personally it only took one bite of my food to make you puke." I laugh and lean against my Dad. "I am going to go get dressed." My dad grabs my arm. "Um no you are going to go rest. You aren't going to school if you are sick." I pick up his hand and put it on my forehead. "I am not sick. I am just stressed with SAT stuff." He sighs and looks at Uncle Dean for help. "Which is why you are going to rest and unwind for today. Which means no studying, no research, no reading." I look to my dad in shock. "He is right." I groan and stomp of to my room. "And she is pissed at me for keeping her home from school and telling her to play video games all day." My dad sighs. "Your kid Sammy. Defiantly your kid.."
