Chapter I

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Ma- mom, please. Oh gosh." I sighed and shook my head in defeat. There was just no talking her out of this. Why did she have be my mom?! She always got on my nerves with the kind of nonsense she does. But forgetting her for a moment, oh my gosh, I'm in Germany!

Yes, I know, how exciting right? We were riding to our hotel on a bus, and things like clear lakes and miles of beautiful plains caught my eyes. It could've been my imagination, but everything was sparkling. It was all so perfect and peaceful. If you don't count the glass-breaking yodel of my mother that is. She calls it singing. I call it ridiculous.

You might say,"Oh Yolanda, she's not really that bad."

Don't get me wrong, I love my mom, but I think (a) expired dance moves (b) outrageous outfits and (c) her long-lasting paranoia are way past bad. I don't want to go past c, I'll tire you out. (Plus, there's no letter after z.)

Wandering how I didn't die?  Thankfully, my friends were there. There's Francine, Dez, Tony, Jaden, and Cece, my family of six. True, they were always there, but they didn't always make the situation better. For example-

"Oh my gosh, Yolanda your mother!" Dez blurted out between laughs.

"Dude your moms is hilarious!" Jaden was cracking up too.

They all were laughing at the show my mom was putting on, singing and gesturing as though she was in opera. How embarrassing. I couldn't help it, I hid behind Tony as fast as I could. He was at least my height. Behind him, I saw his ears turn pink and his laughter died down.

I always saw him do that for some reason, like, he randomly stops what he's doing and turns a shy shade of pink. Why he does it, I honestly don't have a clue.

More importantly, I would've hidden behind that Jaden tree over there but...well I'm already embarrassed enough, and he always seems to fluster me at times.

"Great guys, you're such awesome friends." I said in misery.

"Why thank you!" Cece would be the one.

"Sorry you missed the sarcasm train, please catch the next one." Oh to the boy. Only an hour left of nightmare part 1.

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