Emily Sanders and the List (on hold)

Chapter 19

"ADAM! GIVE IT BACK!" I scream at the top of my lungs

"Nope"

"ADAM!!!!!!!"

"You'll never take me alive!" He screamed back before taking off. And by take off I mean run in circles around Paisley.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" I screeched as I scurry after him.

"Adam, you're being a child just give it back to her" Paisley said, clearly annoyed

"No she started it, I need to finish it" He said

"Adam! People are staring" She said through her clenched teeth.

"Let them stare, I'm not giving it back"

"Stop it, give it back!" I continue. He broke the circle and ran behind a tree, me jogging behind him. When he reached back to Paisley our moms car drove up to the curb.

"What the hell is going on!? I leave you guys for two minutes to get the car and you act like five year olds!" she yells from the car.

I stomp my foot and start to pout. "Adam took my boot!" I tell her.

"It's not my fault you kept taking it off, dangling it on your foot. You kept kicking my leg underneath the table! What was I supposed to do!?" Adam accused, facing me now, my brown warm boot in his strong grip.

"Tell me to stop kicking it like A NORMAL PERSON!!!!!!" I yell

We stood there, staring at each other with the least loveliest faces we could make. Our mom slowly sighed in the car mumbling something about her not having time for this.

"Both of you, stop it. Adam, give your sister her boot back. Emily, stop yelling. Paisley, I'm sorry, you can sit in the front." She said.

"What?" Adam and I say at the same time

"Thank you Tracy" She huffed before dragging herself into the car. Adam and I continue to look at each other, until he reluctantly gives me my boot. I snatch it form him and put it back on my freezing foot. We both got into the back seat, crossing our arms and looking out our own windows. My mom looked back at us before shaking her head, she turned back around and started to drive.

And that my friends, is your typical Sanders family Christmas Eve.

It wasn't all bad, the beginning was actually kind of nice. We all made breakfast together, sat around and watch movies or play games. We finished putting the presents under the tree as well. We looked like a family you would see on those Christmas cards, it was perfect. But it started going down hill when we left to go to the restaurant, the one we go to every Christmas Eve. Adam was complaining he couldn't find his Christmas tie, I said he would of looked like a newb. I guess he got really upset cause everything I did pissed him off. Yeah I admit, I took my boot off. But I didn't mean to hit him. Mom payed and left to get the car while we got everything together, next thing I know I'm missing a shoe.

Anyway, that's what caused all of this, Adam and I pouting on Christmas Eve in the back of our mom's Ford Escape. It's not anything new though, for some reason we just hate each other on this night. When we were little our dad would just tell us to shut up or no presents. That usually did the trick too. But I don't think that will work anymore. Well, maybe on Adam.

As I look out the window I can't help but be a little negative of this season so far. It's makes past seasons so much prettier. Then again, I wasn't fighting to stay alive with every breath I take. It's like I cant do anything anymore. Cooking makes my muscles ache, decorating makes me tired, and going outside gets me even more sick. The day we got our tree, we were going to decorate it after dinner. Not even 10 minutes in and I started having breathing problems. Adam said it would be best if I didn't do anymore. It broke my heart. I loved the tree and I couldn't decorate it. That would make anyone feel like shit.