#sick!amber

“Its 150% bullshit that dogs can’t live forever!” Amber cries as she rests her head down on her desk. “They are so good, so pure they should be the ones who outlive us!”Amber stops her childish complaints as she shoots her head up in deep thought that's defiantly adding pain to her already splitting headache. “But then dog friends get sad when we die, and some dogs lay around their owner’s grave until they themselves die…”Her teal eyes get watery again “fUCK MAN! Life is bullshIT!”

“Being sick is weird, one day you’re like a fountain of emotion and tears, but then the next your eyes feel like the Sahara. Bodies are weird.”

Amber dramatically shuffles over in a blanket burrito and grabs the soup. “Thaaannkkk yyoooouuuuu!!”

“David is a good boy whos done multiple wrongs but he’s good none the less… Gwen deserves a better job… everyone deserves a better job/life tbh”

Amber leans back, coughing in her arm before she grumpily folded them across her chest. “So now I have stitches on my stomach and I can’t help with Swim Camp because I can’t get the stitches wet… I guess I’ll have a cool scar later on in life but still, fuck Daniel man.”

“Why do your ears get so stuffy when you’re sick??? Like??? They feel like how falling through clouds look like??? Why??? Having good hearing is all I got why must you take that away from me??”

“Sleeping bags…. are friends.. They give you hugs as you sleep no matter how much you move in your sleep…” Amber’s voice cracks as her eyes water’s thinking of sleeping bags. “I love them…”

“Daniel is a fucking TwInK aND I DeMaNd A RemAtCH fROm HiM wHeN He StABbED Me!! CaTcH Me OuTSIdE DanIEl And SeE WhAt HAPpENs!!”