I sat at on a bench next to my best friend/sister, Abi Bloom. Nothing was out of the ordinary, strangely. The park we were sitting in, waiting, was completely peaceful and normal. I winced out of realization. We must stand out a lot, then, in a one-hundred percent normal park.
Really, it's impossible to miss us. I'd love to say that is because we're so awesome, but that just isn't true. The real reason is our crutches. Now, I know crutches aren't anything out of the ordinary. People with broken legs use them all the time. But ours aren't like that. They're forearm crutches, because we just got discharged from the hospital.
I lift up my head and drink in the sunshine. After spending one year indoors, you have no idea how relieving this is, to lift up my head and feel the sun on my face. Abruptly, a large tour bus pulls up and stops. "Hey, Satan. It's our ride." Abi tells me. I grab my bag and crutch onto the bus.
"Oh my garnet." I whisper under my breath as I look around. This ain't some crappy camper, this is a motor home. All the way. "Hey, Satan! Angel!" Calls out a person whose voice I haven't heard in a year, Brooklyn. She rushes towards us and envelopes us in a hug. Brooklyn picks each of us up and spins us around. "Brookiebear, put me down!" I cheer as she spins me.
"Woah, okay, what's going on?" Says a curly-haired boy. "AH! CREEPY CREEPERSON!" Abi and I shout in unison as we see him. He turns toward Brooklyn and said this. "You need to explain this." Brooklyn nods and shouts. "Family meeting!" I swear I heard someone grumble "There better not be any cancer this time.."
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I'm Not Ten Years Old, I'm Fourteen, You Dingus
FanfictionViolet Humstrum is out of the hospital, and twelve times as fabulous than before. After fixing the universe (Somewhat.) and getting discharged, she's ready to rock the world. Step one: touring with One Direction!
