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Chapter 43 uses "Un-sweet Sixteen" by Wakefield
Chapter 43: Un-Sweet Sixteen
"Hey, you guys!" Delia screamed up the stairs, apparently knowing Amy was there all night, "you better come down here, Bright's coming over,"
Although Amy's giggling was pretty loud, they still managed to hear Delia and jumped up from bed. "What? Bright's coming?" Amy asked in a confused tone, "I know he'll have something to say about the two of us here all night,"
"Well, your parents never called so you can't be in too much trouble," he comforted her, fixing his hair. Amy smiled and tried to smooth out the seemingly permanent wrinkles in her white dress.
"You're right," she said running her fingers through her hair as a makeshift brush. "I worry too much,"
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"Bang! Bang! on the bathroom door
You say you can't take it anymore
I say let's even out the score
I'm sorry
Fall! Fall! The tears are falling
Ring! Ring! Who's that calling?
Stop! Stop! Stop your bawling
I'm sorry"
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"Bright!" Rose Abbott yelled just as he was about to open the door and leave for Ephram's. He spun around and put his hands, his right one holding the keys, in the air. Rose had made her way into the room now and was standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. "Where are YOU going now?"
"I'm going to Ephram's. Everyone's there," he explained in a whiny tone.
"Including your sister!" she pressed her hand up against the door so he couldn't open it. "And you will tell her to get home right now," she demanded.
"Come on mom, its no big deal, we're all just going to hang out," he said, sticking up for Amy. "It's still Christmas . . . kind of." A hopeful smile spread across his face.
"Lucky for Amy, I knew where she was last night. God forbid she run off and not tell us where she's going . . . but that doesn't excuse the fact that she didn't call us to say she wouldn't be home, or that she stayed overnight at her boyfriend's house!"
"You like Ephram," his voice pleading for understanding, "he's a good guy and Amy's got a head on her shoulders,"
"I don't care," she insisted, "tell her to come home right away or I'm going there and getting her," Bright was shocked at his mother's sudden anger and resentment towards Amy, but the look in her eye was enough to make him comply.
"Okay," he exhaled as she released her hold on the door.
"Rose, what is all this yelling about?" Harold asked as he walked down the stairs.
"You're daughter, that's what," she said angrily, "She has GOT to stop being irresponsible, and like I said before, you have got to stop bowing down to her"
"I'm not saying that Amy shouldn't assume some responsibility, Rose, but our daughter's been in quite a fix lately. It probably just slipped her mind. What's sparked this anyway?"
She spent the night with Ephram last night," she said walking out of the room. Harry's eyes narrowed, his stomach dropped. He was willing to go out on any limb for his little girl, but something such as this deserved immediate questions. "Don't worry," she shouted from the kitchen, "Bright's sending her home immediately,"
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"Un-sweet sixteen
Always acting like a beauty queen
Like you're posing in a magazine
Un-sweet sixteen
Un-sweet sixteen
Homecoming queen
Breaking down my self esteem
My un-sweet sixteen"
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"Hey, is it okay if I help Tommy pick out some movies to watch?" Delia asked Dr. Brown, who'd given Tommy permission to use the car.
"Sure, honey," he said rubbing her head, "pick out one for me to watch later too, okay?"
"Sure!" she said smiling and taking Tommy's arm that he had extended to her.
Micah was staying home. After his energy burst that morning, he'd come to a crash landing right in the middle of the family room floor; sleeping to the not-so-gentle speech of a guest on the Maury show. Faith was watching it, said it was her usual morning routine.
"You know that's trash, right?" Andy said as he walked in the room.
"Sometimes its nice to see that I'm not the only living in a house with a man that's abusive," she sighed seriously. Andy closed his eyes.
"The testimony's tomorrow," he breathed, "and after that you'll be free. I promise,"
"I hope so," she said nervously, then turned her gaze back to the television.
The doorbell rang and a very anxious looking Bright stepped into the house as Andy opened the door. "Where's my sister?"
"Just a second," he said and turned to yell up the stairs. Amy and Ephram hadn't come down yet, and while it made Dr. Brown sort of nervous, he'd spoken to Ephram and believed that nothing was going that shouldn't be for people their age. "AMY!" At Andy's call, Amy ran down the stairs still fixing her hair. She stopped on the fourth stair from the bottom,
"Bright . . . why do you have that weird look on your face that you only get when something bad's about to happen?"
"Mom's flipping out," he explained and walked over to the stairs, "You better get home right now . . ."
"What?! What's mom's deal lately anyway?" she asked angrily.
"I don't know . . . but she seemed pretty angry," just then Ephram came down the stairs and stopped behind Amy.
"Hey Bright how's it," he began but paused when he sensed the seriousness, " . . . going?" Bright and Amy ignored Ephram's question as Amy grabbed her coat. She turned and kissed Ephram on the cheek and said she'd explain later. She caught Tommy and Delia just as they were leaving and asked for a ride. Bright hung out the door and yelled to her,
"Hey, if you want me to come home . . . you know, if something happens and you want to talk, just call, okay?" he said seriously. Amy nodded through the car window, touched by her brother's sweet offer.
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"She! She! She only smiled
Smile! Smile! Cuz that's my style
But you acted like a child
Neurotic
Won't let this whole thing go away
Cuz you thought that I was out to play
I just don't know what to say
You're psychotic
Un-sweet sixteen
Always acting like a beauty queen
Like you're posing in a magazine
Un-sweet sixteen
Un-sweet sixteen
Homecoming queen
Breaking down my self esteem
My un-sweet sixteen"
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"Man . . ." Ephram said slowly, "And we were going to watch movies,"
"We still can, bro. Hey," he whispered pulling him aside, "Is it true that Callahan's finally off Amy now?"
"Yeah, that's what they say," Ephram said smiling with certainty.
"And you just believe them?" he was shocked.
"I believe Amy," he said seriously, "I believe everything she says, because she wouldn't lie to me,"
Bright smiled and slapped him on the back, "You know, more people should be like you, Eph," Ephram laughed and heard the doorbell ring. On the other side of it stood Kayla, looking quite frozen.
"What're you doing here?" Bright asked, knowing she and Amy were on bad terms.
"I saw Tommy and Delia and Amy driving away and they pulled over and said there was a party type thing here, sorry I kinda invited myself . . ."
"It's cool," Ephram said, letting her in the house.
"Yeah, Amy didn't look at me at all, but you know how that goes," she said softly as she saw Bright's face suggesting hostility,
"She had to leave, had to be home," Bright explained.
"Oh," she said snottily, "what a shame," and placed her hand on Ephram's shoulder, causing him to back away.
"You know what?" He said, taking Kayla's hand off his shoulder, "I think we might have some snacks in the kitchen," pointing to the other room, and starting to walk in there.
"Don't even try it, Kayla," Bright warned her, making sure she understood what her place concerning Ephram was, "You may have hurt my sister's feelings, but I won't let you break my sister's heart,"
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"Rah!
Un-sweet sixteen
Always acting like a beauty queen
Like you're posing in a magazine
Un-sweet sixteen
Un-sweet sixteen
Homecoming queen
Breaking down my self esteem
My un-sweet sixteen
Un-sweet sixteen
Un-sweet sixteen
Un-sweet sixteen
My un-sweet sixteen"
A/N: Hey everyone. Im back at school now. Sorry that this chapter's a little shorter. I've been so busy with studying and stuff. I'm trying to update as soon as possible so please bear with me and keep on reviewing! Thanks again.
Chapter 43 uses "Un-sweet Sixteen" by Wakefield
Chapter 43: Un-Sweet Sixteen
"Hey, you guys!" Delia screamed up the stairs, apparently knowing Amy was there all night, "you better come down here, Bright's coming over,"
Although Amy's giggling was pretty loud, they still managed to hear Delia and jumped up from bed. "What? Bright's coming?" Amy asked in a confused tone, "I know he'll have something to say about the two of us here all night,"
"Well, your parents never called so you can't be in too much trouble," he comforted her, fixing his hair. Amy smiled and tried to smooth out the seemingly permanent wrinkles in her white dress.
"You're right," she said running her fingers through her hair as a makeshift brush. "I worry too much,"
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"Bang! Bang! on the bathroom door
You say you can't take it anymore
I say let's even out the score
I'm sorry
Fall! Fall! The tears are falling
Ring! Ring! Who's that calling?
Stop! Stop! Stop your bawling
I'm sorry"
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"Bright!" Rose Abbott yelled just as he was about to open the door and leave for Ephram's. He spun around and put his hands, his right one holding the keys, in the air. Rose had made her way into the room now and was standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. "Where are YOU going now?"
"I'm going to Ephram's. Everyone's there," he explained in a whiny tone.
"Including your sister!" she pressed her hand up against the door so he couldn't open it. "And you will tell her to get home right now," she demanded.
"Come on mom, its no big deal, we're all just going to hang out," he said, sticking up for Amy. "It's still Christmas . . . kind of." A hopeful smile spread across his face.
"Lucky for Amy, I knew where she was last night. God forbid she run off and not tell us where she's going . . . but that doesn't excuse the fact that she didn't call us to say she wouldn't be home, or that she stayed overnight at her boyfriend's house!"
"You like Ephram," his voice pleading for understanding, "he's a good guy and Amy's got a head on her shoulders,"
"I don't care," she insisted, "tell her to come home right away or I'm going there and getting her," Bright was shocked at his mother's sudden anger and resentment towards Amy, but the look in her eye was enough to make him comply.
"Okay," he exhaled as she released her hold on the door.
"Rose, what is all this yelling about?" Harold asked as he walked down the stairs.
"You're daughter, that's what," she said angrily, "She has GOT to stop being irresponsible, and like I said before, you have got to stop bowing down to her"
"I'm not saying that Amy shouldn't assume some responsibility, Rose, but our daughter's been in quite a fix lately. It probably just slipped her mind. What's sparked this anyway?"
She spent the night with Ephram last night," she said walking out of the room. Harry's eyes narrowed, his stomach dropped. He was willing to go out on any limb for his little girl, but something such as this deserved immediate questions. "Don't worry," she shouted from the kitchen, "Bright's sending her home immediately,"
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"Un-sweet sixteen
Always acting like a beauty queen
Like you're posing in a magazine
Un-sweet sixteen
Un-sweet sixteen
Homecoming queen
Breaking down my self esteem
My un-sweet sixteen"
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"Hey, is it okay if I help Tommy pick out some movies to watch?" Delia asked Dr. Brown, who'd given Tommy permission to use the car.
"Sure, honey," he said rubbing her head, "pick out one for me to watch later too, okay?"
"Sure!" she said smiling and taking Tommy's arm that he had extended to her.
Micah was staying home. After his energy burst that morning, he'd come to a crash landing right in the middle of the family room floor; sleeping to the not-so-gentle speech of a guest on the Maury show. Faith was watching it, said it was her usual morning routine.
"You know that's trash, right?" Andy said as he walked in the room.
"Sometimes its nice to see that I'm not the only living in a house with a man that's abusive," she sighed seriously. Andy closed his eyes.
"The testimony's tomorrow," he breathed, "and after that you'll be free. I promise,"
"I hope so," she said nervously, then turned her gaze back to the television.
The doorbell rang and a very anxious looking Bright stepped into the house as Andy opened the door. "Where's my sister?"
"Just a second," he said and turned to yell up the stairs. Amy and Ephram hadn't come down yet, and while it made Dr. Brown sort of nervous, he'd spoken to Ephram and believed that nothing was going that shouldn't be for people their age. "AMY!" At Andy's call, Amy ran down the stairs still fixing her hair. She stopped on the fourth stair from the bottom,
"Bright . . . why do you have that weird look on your face that you only get when something bad's about to happen?"
"Mom's flipping out," he explained and walked over to the stairs, "You better get home right now . . ."
"What?! What's mom's deal lately anyway?" she asked angrily.
"I don't know . . . but she seemed pretty angry," just then Ephram came down the stairs and stopped behind Amy.
"Hey Bright how's it," he began but paused when he sensed the seriousness, " . . . going?" Bright and Amy ignored Ephram's question as Amy grabbed her coat. She turned and kissed Ephram on the cheek and said she'd explain later. She caught Tommy and Delia just as they were leaving and asked for a ride. Bright hung out the door and yelled to her,
"Hey, if you want me to come home . . . you know, if something happens and you want to talk, just call, okay?" he said seriously. Amy nodded through the car window, touched by her brother's sweet offer.
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"She! She! She only smiled
Smile! Smile! Cuz that's my style
But you acted like a child
Neurotic
Won't let this whole thing go away
Cuz you thought that I was out to play
I just don't know what to say
You're psychotic
Un-sweet sixteen
Always acting like a beauty queen
Like you're posing in a magazine
Un-sweet sixteen
Un-sweet sixteen
Homecoming queen
Breaking down my self esteem
My un-sweet sixteen"
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"Man . . ." Ephram said slowly, "And we were going to watch movies,"
"We still can, bro. Hey," he whispered pulling him aside, "Is it true that Callahan's finally off Amy now?"
"Yeah, that's what they say," Ephram said smiling with certainty.
"And you just believe them?" he was shocked.
"I believe Amy," he said seriously, "I believe everything she says, because she wouldn't lie to me,"
Bright smiled and slapped him on the back, "You know, more people should be like you, Eph," Ephram laughed and heard the doorbell ring. On the other side of it stood Kayla, looking quite frozen.
"What're you doing here?" Bright asked, knowing she and Amy were on bad terms.
"I saw Tommy and Delia and Amy driving away and they pulled over and said there was a party type thing here, sorry I kinda invited myself . . ."
"It's cool," Ephram said, letting her in the house.
"Yeah, Amy didn't look at me at all, but you know how that goes," she said softly as she saw Bright's face suggesting hostility,
"She had to leave, had to be home," Bright explained.
"Oh," she said snottily, "what a shame," and placed her hand on Ephram's shoulder, causing him to back away.
"You know what?" He said, taking Kayla's hand off his shoulder, "I think we might have some snacks in the kitchen," pointing to the other room, and starting to walk in there.
"Don't even try it, Kayla," Bright warned her, making sure she understood what her place concerning Ephram was, "You may have hurt my sister's feelings, but I won't let you break my sister's heart,"
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"Rah!
Un-sweet sixteen
Always acting like a beauty queen
Like you're posing in a magazine
Un-sweet sixteen
Un-sweet sixteen
Homecoming queen
Breaking down my self esteem
My un-sweet sixteen
Un-sweet sixteen
Un-sweet sixteen
Un-sweet sixteen
My un-sweet sixteen"
A/N: Hey everyone. Im back at school now. Sorry that this chapter's a little shorter. I've been so busy with studying and stuff. I'm trying to update as soon as possible so please bear with me and keep on reviewing! Thanks again.