Breaking Boundaries {Hiatus}

Chapter 1

We sit here. Tired and worn out. I'm staring out the window and playing 'Where Have You Been' by Rihanna on my iPod while Amy is playing some song on hers. I'm pretty sure she's asleep but I could be wrong. Her head is facing away from me and out towards the London streets.

As we pass tourists attractions, I sit and think about all the times my family and I have come to London and have never actually visited the attractions, because as my mom said, "We only come to visit family." That and she said we all went when we were younger and that we probably just forgot. I'm sure she just doesn't care about actually being a tourist considering the fact that England is her birthplace.

The taxi comes to a stop in front of my aunt's house. Staring at the lights in amazement, Amy and I were impatiently waiting for Christmas to come. The lights were beautiful at night and the best on the street with the classy light show they had of the nativity scene on one side and Santa on the next. Weird since Santa was technically dead and they kind of have competing views on Christmas but whatever. I'm getting off topic.

It's not unusual for my family and I to come and visit our extended family during holidays each year, but this year was different.

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We usually just stayed inside all the time because British weather is the worst, but this Christmas, Amy and I ventured out into the wilderness. Unbothered by the cold snowflakes hitting out cheeks as we went sightseeing.

Amy had turned eighteen this fall and I was fifteen. She was finally old enough to take me out to see England, I couldn't wait to see Buckingham Palace and Trafalgar Square. It was a good thing our parents trusted us enough to let us take the rail into London. We marveled at the beauty, elegance, and sophistication of the Buckingham Palace.

I'm just starring in awe of its grand beauty and Amy, looking like an Eskimo, with her gray scarf tightly wrapped around her face and hood up, pulls me out of my reverie. "Let's make the guards laugh. Come on it'll be fun, and I really don't want to make a fool out of myself, by myself."

"So you want me to make myself look like a fool, along with you?" I question her, not entirely amused by the idea. What can I say? I'm a very self-conscious fifteen year old.

"Yes! Exactly, you're not completely dense."

There is no way I'm going to do that with Amy. Then we'd look like major tourists, you know the ones with their cameras on their neck, sunscreen visible on their faces and them screaming to their children, "Move in close for a picture with the guard!" Yeah, you know the ones. There was just no way. It's too childish and predictable, and completely something I would do.

I turn around to Amy about to tell her no again, and she starts whining and complaining for me to please do it with her. It was quite pathetic if you asked me, but I was starting to get cold and I wanted to warm up. The idea of heating up is what changed my mind, not that Amy said she would buy me a hot chocolate after this. I swear that's the only reason why I agreed. I also promise that it wasn't because I secretly wanted to do it, but was too scared to ask if she'd do it with me in case she thought it was lame, and "not cool".

"Fine..." that's all it takes for Amy to start doing some weird dance move. The dance move was halfway between the 'Charlie Brown', 'The Sprinkler' and...'The Wave'? How is that even possible?

After watching her for a few moments I decide to try it with her. Though, my dancing was much better, and I have my parents to thank for that. I was dancing around like an idiot making myself act like a fool, when I bumped into a wall...or a guard. Oh my gosh, I'm pretty sure people are arrested for that! I think is called assaulting an officer or something fancy like that.