Should I?

Chapter 1

(Settling)

As I got out of the truck, I lazily moved down and desperately controlled my nausea. I've never been really good with travel, and the jet lag really wasn't good for me. I tried to breathe slowly, hoping not to barf. We decided to stop at a local diner before we get to our new house, and the smell of food really isn't helping my urge to throw up. When I finally got my balance with both my feet, the feeling of hot acid and saliva climbed up to my throat. I tried to think of happy thoughts to push it down,but it clearly wasn't helping. I hurried out to the back and vomited, a lot. I even vomited bit by bit before I even got to the back. There I saw which I guess was my breakfast, lunch and dinner, all in a very horrible mixture of food and saliva, and all regurgitated by me. And I guess I saw some of the knick-knacks I had at the plane. A couple of peanuts, black wet stuff which I think was the coffee I drank, some brown smudge which I guess was the chocolate bar I ate, but I know I'm grossing you out so I'll stop describing my vomit for now. I desperately went out to the front seat of the truck and grabbed some tissues. I wiped off my whole face but wondered why the smell off barf was still strong. That's when I realized that I got some of it on my shirt. And by some, I mean a lot. I guess I really vomited a lot cause there was a lot of barf on my shirt and I was pretty sure that there was a large amount at the back of the truck too.

As I make out everything from my now hazy vision, a voice called out for me from the window of the front seat. "Ary, you all righty there?", my dad said with a slight grin. "I glared at him proving my point. He opened the truck door and acted as my balance. He didn't really care if I was soggy with vomit and even held me tighter. "You gotta be careful now, young lassie", he said with a very horrible Irish accent. "Dad.", I said to him with a weak voice which made him lean his ears closer to me, "Were in London, not Ireland.". And that's when I made this horrible, long, loud burp. The air smelled like barf for a few seconds and my dad squinted in disgust by the the stench. I laughed at him. He laughed at that too and made our way to the diner's door. I'm glad my dad is like this, though I am 16 and old enough, he still treats me as his little baby girl. I'm not really against this, though I know some girls my age don't wanna be treated as a baby, but I do. I guess judging by the fact that I am the youngest and I'm the only child left in the family, they really care for me a lot now.

As my dad and I walk toward the diner, my mom suddenly showed up and walked by my hand. I guess we look pretty corny right now, with my dad being a crotch, my mom holding my hand, and me holding on to them, but I don't mind. Since we've decided to move, both my parents have been awfully nice to me. I guess it's because they're trying to control my sudden mood swings that are now amplified now that I'm out of the comfort of my elder brother and sister, but it still is nice of them to really try.

As mom opened the door for us, we saw the most peculiar thing we've ever seen in our whole lives. There by the counter, I saw what I really think was a frog. It wasn't an ordinary frog, this one croaked from the left, right and in the middle. Basically, it had three heads. I tried to look at my parents' faces if they were as shocked as I was. I was right. "I think this is what a truck stop is supposed to look like", I said as I caught my mom gasp in horror. "This is gonna be interesting, I guess", I said as I released from their grasp to look a little closer at the unusual amphibian. As I was about to tap the glass container, my mom grabbed my hand and pulled me back. "I think it's best if we leave the freak show of a lizard-frog thingy alone.", my mom said horrified by the frog's appearances. "Well that wasn't very nice to say.", I replied in argument. "Wait, wait, wait before anything else, I really wanna fill our tummies right now since technically we didn't have breakfast yet, and more importantly, one of the ladies just lost everything she had in it at the back of the truck and...", my dad said. "And on her shirt.", I said as a finishing sentence. The three of us laughed and my dad decided to go order. "So, pancakes?.", my dad suggested. "I'd like that." , I said. "Me too.", my mom said as she grabbed me by my side and walked both of us to the table. I guess this was her sign of saying sorry, and I replied by holding her side too. We got to a comfy table which was positioned at the window side.