Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

When the hospital finally let me leave (a day early too), I couldn't get out of there fast enough. Literally, even with my dislocated knee, I ran. I just got out as fast as I could.

Before I left though, the hospital bandaged up my wrists (after I protested lots), and told me to stay as strong as I could and blah, blah, blah. The doctor even pulled me aside and told me to just do my best, and just to keep happy, because its the best medicine for anything. She also gave me crutches, as my knee kept popping back out of place, and that I should rest as much as I could.

Being the person that I am, I just wanted to go and do something productive in somewhere spectacular, as I spent too much time in just one room. The "something productive" could be anything at all, I just wanted to keep on the go.

We were like, out of food back home, so we had to shop in Target on the way home. I didn't mind, as I could go roaming and look at cereal boxes and cartons of milk, but Dad was the opposite. Yes, he and his fluffy, quiffed-up hair wanted to drop me off at Michelle's house and go shopping by himself, but I said I wanted to go, as I wanted to be productive. He was having none of it, but once I gave him my puppy-look, he agreed, and I got the promise of a Starbucks too (he's wrapped around my finger, I swear).

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So I got on my crutches and hopped all the way around Target, and it was literally the best fun ever. My knee, on the other hand, popped back out of place, so it was a bit of a struggle for a while, but then it got its shit together and sorted itself out.

The temperature in the air is beginning to drop, and winter's beginning to come along pretty early. The trees were already bare, and September hasn't even ended! There's a forecast of heavy snow in November/December for America, I'm just not sure when. I don't really like the snow, so I'm hoping that the forecast was wrong. Snow is literally the last thing I need in my life right now.

Since its starting to get a bit too cold for my frappes, I got a hit chocolate in Starbucks instead, and once all of the shopping was in the trunk of the car, we sat in the Starbucks cafe, and I just stared really blankly out the window.

I'd only woken up slightly when Dad snapped his fingers at me and poked my shoulder, and I realised he was rambling on about something, though I don't know what.

"You're half asleep, aren't you?" He sighed, and I nodded.

"Yeah," I muttered. "Sorry. What were you even talking about?"

"I said, you're staying up at Michelle's tomorrow, because some guy called me and said there's electricians coming over tomorrow to fix something, though I haven't a clue what." I'd noticed that Dad and Michelle have become a lot closer in the past couple of months, as in really close. I wonder if they'd ever re-marry (if its even legal), because I'd love for Michelle to officially be my stepmom. But who am I kidding, that'll never even happen.

"Oh, sounds fun."

"Thats where you're wrong. The house is going to be a nightmare tomorrow."

"Hmm, maybe."

"I give up, you're not even fully listening. Just finish your drink and we'll head home. I'd say you're dying to get home to your bed."

"Mhm." I finished off my drink and we headed out to the car, before driving on home.

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Dad was right, all I wanted was to sleep in my bed, so when we got home, that was exactly what I did.

Notes

I'm dying my hair red in a couple of weeks, and I can't wait!

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