"Torrie's POV
"Okay," I breathe out to relax myself, but it isn't really working. Amanda told me it would work. She said to pick a simple word and just let it out with all your breath very easily and steadily and just to close your eyes while you do it. "Okay..." I try again, but I really don't feel any more relaxed. "Okay... Okay...Okay Okay.... Okay okay okay okay okay okay OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY-"
"Have you been reading The Fault in Our Stars again, Torrie?" Amanda asks as she reenters my dressing room with a bottle of Diet Coke in her hands. She looks so calm. Why can't I be calm? Why is this word not working?
"I am going to massacre you with my bouquet!" I say and lunge towards her, in full gown and all. I heard sharp, annoyed gasps coming from my wedding planner. All the time we spent picking out this gown and I am jumping towards a girl with a dark beverage in hand.
"Jesus, Tor! Get off of me, you deranged cotton ball, and explain why you are trying to "massacre" me. You know, I think you really need to learn the definition of that word considering you always use it in the context of just killing like, one to four people at most," she says and pushes me into a chair, in which I stop to catch my breath. I really need to start working out... "So, why are you trying to kill me?"
"Do you think my membership at Planet Fitness is still valid?" I ask and Amanda pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance.
"You mean the gym where you only went twice? The place where you just ditched your personal trainer at without a word? The place where you hid in the bathroom for hours and drink the cucumber water and enjoy the hot tub, which place?" she asks and I sigh. I suppose it would be unlikely.
"You said that saying a word would relax me and it's not. It's not. It's really not," I say and squeeze my hands together in very tight fists so that my knuckles are turning white. "I mean,..." http://wattpad.com/story/1224862
