Sick of It

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Shortly after the police and paramedics arrived I was holding Emmi. Her face started getting pale.

"Emmi, what's wrong?" Suddenly her body went limp. As if on cue, a paramedic rushed over and put the girl on a stretcher. I heard more voices. Mom and dad.

They Burts through the door.

"Kids!" They rush over. Gavin and I run over and hugg them. Immediately they start worrying about me.

"Avia are you okay?"

"What happened Avia? What's wrong, did she hurt you?"

"Gavin is Avia hurt?"

It all annoyed me and pushed me to the limit.

"Will you shut up about me for once!" I shout. Stunned, they step back.

"Avia, honey--" Mom began.

"No, no, no! No Avia this, Avia that. There's freaking police men and a paramedic carrying my friend practically, on a stretcher unconscious and you're worried about me? That's bull and you know it! I'm treated like a six year old around here and I hate it. Weather you like it out or not I'm going to see Emmi and you're going to grow up about me. Yea I know my sister died, it happens and you can't be kept in the past!" I bow up and go to Emmi.

I'm sick of them and I'm ready to stand my ground.

I'm no longer going to be treated like a baby.

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