Top 10 in FunToRead|| On a boring, Sunday night AmyElla's life changes when she stumbles upon a dating site out of curiosity. A charming, sexy guy named Damon gets her attention, who happens to be a responsible young man with a dream of getting into...
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"Wake up. It's 9 already." I vaguely heard my mom's voice from somewhere in my room.
"Mmkay." I sleepily answered, rolling over.
"Amy, wake up."
I jerked as a I felt a poke on my side. " Okaaaay." Whining, I wiggled away to the other side of the bed.
"It's half the day already." I heard her above me. Then she poked my cheek.
Dude.
Sitting up abruptly, I looked her. "Jesus Christ, Mom!! I heard you already." I raised my voice, immediately regretting it.
She put her hands up in surrender and walked away. But not before mumbling a not so subtle, "Rude brats."
I sighed plopping back in bed. I hated being rude or mean to her, but I can't help it sometimes. I hated being touched, or rather poked when I was asleep. It made my blood boil no matter how deep asleep I was. And my mom knows that.
Sighing once more, I rolled over in bed, laying face down on my pillow trying to ease the sudden headache that had risen.
Just then my room's door swung open and someone jumped on my bed.
"Hey, Am." my youngest brother chirped.
"Hello.." I groaned in my pillow.
"Do you want this last honey bun? Mom said you didn't eat any." He asked, poking my head.
"Grrrrr. Again with the poking!!"
"Do you want it?"
I peeled my face off my pillow to look at him, eating that last honey bun. So much for being sweet.
"No, baby. I hate honey buns. They look sweet enough to make my teeth want to fall off by themselves."
Lies. I did like honey buns. I mean I liked them when I took a bite. I just hated looking at them because they look too sweet, and make my jaw wanna bite into something sour.
"You eat sweeter stuff like a pig though." He munched on that overly sweet bun.
"Yeah, that actually tastes good. Why aren't in school today?"
