I was sore, I was dying, and I was mentally and physically in this case unstable. We were all sitting around the dinner table eating. My dad seemed very pleased with himself seeing that Lisa and I haven't been arguing. But little did he know. I kept shifting in my seat trying to get comfortable. Everytime I leaned left or right my butt cheek would hurt and everytime I leaned forward my core would start pounding. At some point I felt a tear roll down my face but I quickly wiped it. I looked up from my plate to see Lisa smirking at me. God I can't stand that woman. "So girls, how was the trip?" I turned my focus to my dad and faked smiled.
"It was actually pretty great." My dads smile stretched from cheek to cheek.
"Well I'm glad to hear that. I just hope you spent it most with Lisa Inste
