My Fluffy Marine

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I am so sorry, everyone in my family has July birthdays and A LOT of my friends have July birthdays as well. So it's been party after party after party, and my family LOVES to party, with huge meals and family everywhere you look. So It's been hard to write. ALSO, my birthday is coming up. In three days!:) It would mean to world to me if you would vote on this story and take a look at all my others, and maybe comment on what you think of things? Anyway, I hope you like it!:)

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Waking up I giggled kicking my feet as I jumped out of bed. I ran out of my bed and  screamed out loud trying to wake everyone up. My brother rushed out of his room with a bat in hand looking around.

                “What happened?” he asked, I burst out laughing at his Hannah Montana underwear.

                “Your underwear! Is just… priceless!” I let out holding my stomach, suddenly my dad rushed out of his room with long pajama pants with hearts on and I couldn’t help but giggle at them both.

                “What’s wrong?” My dad asked.

                “It’s Christmas!” I screamed jumping up and down in a circle. “Christmas daddy its Christmas!”

                “I’m going back to bed.” My brother mumbled walking away.

                “No wait we have to open presents!” I yelled after him jumping on his back. He quickly grabbed me from falling.

                “I’ll go sort them out in our room so your mother can watch.” Our dad said shaking his head walking back to his room. I giggled getting down from Connors back as I ran to my room to change. I changed into skinny jeans with a hole in the jean and then I slipped on a long sleeve blue top and then some slippers I got last year on my bare feet. I skipped out of my room down the hall and stopped at my parents door to knock, my brother walked out in jeans and a plain white muscle v-neck shirt. I smiled as I knocked on the door.

                “Yeah come in.” I heard my dad say, I opened the door and grinned at the two huge piles of presents and then a medium sized pile and a pile of about four presents.

                “How is she?” I asked my dad looking at my mom as he helped her sit up in bed. She looked like death, her skin was sagging and she looked to be 20 years older then she really was. Her eyes were filled with pain and bags fell from her eyes showing she was tired. Her hands grabbed at the blanket pulling it up as they shook. Her skin was grey and filled with wrinkles all over, I couldn’t help but frown. She looked up at me and began to talk with dark purple lips.

                “I’m not dead yet love,” she got out shaking her head. “I can talk for myself.” She added glaring at my father with only love behind her eyes. “Come on lets open presents before I pass,” she said cracking a smile before she started to cough. My father handed her water as my brother and I took a seat at our piles.

We took our seats next to our piles as we took turns un wrapping our presents. Every once in a while my dad opened one and then every once in a long while my dad would open one for my mother. She got a black dress from dad and a picture frame of the family from me and a wolf pillow pet from Connor, and a blanket from Mathew who had gone to his aunt’s house to see her while we opened presents. She thanked us all and with the help of our dad got into a laying down position as we continued to open presents.