-Amy-
Me and Dean were watching tv while sat on the couch when the front door opened. I glanced towards the hall and saw my dad walk in. He walked into the sitting room and instantly I knew he was mad."Amy I thought I told you to ask permission for him to come over" he said glaring at Dean.
Dean slowly moved away from me without trying to make it obvious. I sighed as my dad still glared at him.
"And you" he said to Dean "get out of my house"
"Dad seriously?" I said standing up.
Dean stood up and didn't say anything, which was probably the best thing.
"He's not to step a foot in this house ever again you hear me?" My dad said pointing at me.
"Dad what's the big deal?" I asked.
"He doesn't care about you, he's in a boy band all he cares about is the fame and the publicity" my dad spat.
"Hey that's not true" Dean said a little more aggressively than it was supposed to sound.
"Get out" my dad said.
Dean looked back at me and nodded before leaving. As soon as I heard the door shut my dad glared at me.
"Why Amy? Why do you have to go for the trouble makers" he asked.
"This isn't my fault" I said with tears threatening to fall form my eyes.
"Yes it is you super girl" my dad said.
"Dad I'm twenty years old, I can make my own decisions" I said.
"I'm here to stop you from making stupid ones" my dad said angrily.
"You don't even know Dean" I said and my dad sighed.
"Don't tell me you've grown feelings for the boy" he said "he's a waste of time"
"Don't talk to me" I said with tears in my eyes.
As I walked past him I bumped his shoulder, I was t supposed to but after I did I felt like it was ok. As I ran up the stairs I had tears in my eyes. I grabbed my suitcase and starting throwing random things into my bag. I heard the door open and shut again from down stairs. I heard a few mumbled voices from downstairs. I kept shoving stuff into my suitcase until I heard someone walk into my room.
"Amy what are you doing?" I turned to see my mom standing there.
"I can't live with him anymore, he's ruining everything" I said wiping tears from my eyes.
"Sweetie just calm down" she said putting her hand on my shoulder.
"No I won't" I said pushing her hand off me.
I zipped up the suitcase and grabbed a few other things to shove in my hand bag.
"Where are you going?" She asked as I grabbed onto the handle of my suitcase.
"Anywheres better then here" I said.
I ran down the stairs with my suitcase and handbag. My dad was even angrier with me.
"Put the bags down Amy" he said trying to grab one.
"No, I'm not letting you control my life any longer" I said.
"Amy" my mom said gently.
"Oh and I quit" I said before opening the door and slamming it after me.
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أدب الهواةAmy Wood works in her family hotel 'The Woodland hotel'. One day, her mom forces her to take their family dog for a walk, a task she hates. Little did she know it would soon become her favourite thing to do.