Living As A Fighter by Jordan Wadley, Amy Finley (unputdownable books txt) 📖

"Well, you were asleep, total, for three days. But you woke up once in the hospital, then again a few minutes ago. But you've only slept like a day and a half each time. We tried to feed you a couple of times but it didn't work." She laughs. I couldn't help the smile that tried to force its way on my face, her laughter normally got that reaction out of me, unlike most people. Once we each had our own bowl of cereal Mia led the way to the living room and plopped down on the sofa, setting the cereal on the table for a moment to find the remote. Her long and slender frame scattered across the room to retrieve the remote and flipped it on a random channel.

"Yes! How I Met Your Mother!" I shouted with glee, earning a startled expression from Mia. She laughed at my enthusiasm with open arms and hugged me tightly.

"Oh my dear Shelly," She laughed. I couldn't help but laugh at the nickname she made for me.

"What in the hell?" I heard a distant voice shout, surprised, from the living room hallway. There, in the entrance, stood Tyler gaping at me like a fish out of water. "Did you just... did you laugh?" He asked. I didn't have time to respond before he charged into the room and jumped on top of me, almost killing me and Mia. She screamed when she noticed him flying through the air, then screamed again when he practically landed on me. I couldn't help but laugh at the similar family bonding, earning a broad smile from Tyler.

"You did laugh!" He hugged me, holding on as if it would be last time he ever got to see me again. Once he finally settled down, he stared at me with glassy eyes. I couldn't help the protective mode that over rode my body when I noticed a tear slide down his masculine face. "I've missed you so much Rayray."

I clung onto him like I did before momma passed away, that earned a choking sob from Tyler and a smiling Mia to my left. Rayray was a childhood name he'd stuck with when we were little, I missed him. I missed us.

"God, I've missed you so much." He laughed, then without hesitation he flipped our position where I was sitting on him yet still facing the flat screen television. We use to snuggle on the couch like this when we were little, comforting one another. I didn't mind spending quality time with Tyler, within a few moments I was already feeling like myself. Smiling and laughing was something I'd grown to hate, I would hide my emotions from those that tried to get near me. For once I decided to make an acception, I would trust Mia and I wouldn't hide from everyone. I was going to be the Raychelle that made everyone smile, the Raychelle that didn't care what anyone thought of her. I was going to be the girl my momma taught me to be.

"Barney:'I only have one rule. For every three 10's you bang, throw a bone to a 5. They're grateful and hard working and let's face it, sometimes you just want to lay there'. Laser Tag Kid: 'What's that got to do with Laser Tag?' Barney: 'Everything!'" I quote along with Barney and the kid, while Tyler and Mia laugh at me.

"Wow, I knew Tyler was crazy about this show, but even he can't quote their exact words!" Mia exclaims, completely and sarcastically exasperated.

"Where do you think I get it from?" Tyler asks, jutting his thumb in my direction. I smile innocently and jump in my seat.

"Okay, hush. They're about to start!" I hush them hurriedly. Mia chuckles at me and turns back to her bowl of cereal that spilt some when Tyler jumped on us. Mia and I were going to actually be friends, I would make sure of this.

Text: Jordan Wadley
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Editing: Amy Finley and Deanna Wadley
Translation: No translator needed
Publication Date: 10-09-2013

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Dedication:
I dedicate this book to those who have been mistreated, misunderstood, and lied to. There's always a second chance. This book was written on a real life situation that a friend of mine suffered through. However, many of the things in this book is fiction.