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Reflection	By : SarAndAsh Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 2011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Amelia’s POV

Someone hates me I swear. I groaned and looked at my alarm clock, which was currently showing 6 in the morning. Yup, someone hates me and his name is Daddy…Well really its Mark Calaway, but to me he’s Daddy. That’s right, I am The Undertaker’s eldest child, and right now I was being woken up from an amazing dream about an amazing man. To do what you ask? To clean the stables so that my evil little brother doesn’t have to.

“Amelia May Calaway! Get a move on, that damn stable ain’t gonna clean itself!” I groaned again. Everything must be done now or else. “Okay Daddy, I’m up.” I know that if I don’t answer…Well let’s just say I’d be in big trouble. I rolled out of my queen sized bed and onto the floor with a thud. Ha! Take that Gunner, that’ll get you up. I laid there for a few seconds then picked myself up off the floor. For me that was a long drop. You would think that having Mark Calaway for a father I would be a decent height, but no I’m short, a whole five feet tall. I also skipped out on the red hair and green eyes, mine happen to be black and a blue-gray.

I managed to make it to my dresser without any problems; did I mention that I am a bit of a klutz? I run into things and fall up the stairs, yes I said up. I pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Now for the challenging part; my hair. It was long, straight and impossible to work with. Today I think I’ll say screw it and throw it into a ponytail. With that done I found my steel-toed work boots, a must for me when working around the horses since when I was 10 one of them stepped on me and broke my foot.

I slowly made my way down stairs and into the kitchen where my father was leaning against the counter drinking coffee. Being so early I knew that we were the only ones awake. He would go into the basement where he had his gym and work out while I cleaned the stable. I wanted my own horse and when I got her, Dad decided that it was now my job to clean the stable, I don’t really mind, I just hate getting up so damn early.

“When you’re done in the stable I want to talk to you,” he said and then walked away. This was odd. Usually he didn’t want to be bothered until about noon, when there was food. I made myself a coffee and put it in a thermos and then headed out to the shed to get the shovel, pitch fork and wheelbarrow. Finally making it to the stable I let the three horses out into their field and turned on the stereo I had put in there for when I was working. It took me about an hour which wasn’t too bad. This just meant that in order to talk to Dad I’d have to interrupt him…Great, I sense a loss of my head coming on.

I quickly went back to my room; it was simple, red walls with a black vine design, a hidden meaning that only my best friend Regan understood. I had a queen sized bed, cherry wood dressers and a computer desk. The walls were covered in band and wrestling posters as well as pictures with me and my friends, mostly me with Regan.

In the corner was my electric guitar and drum set. Luckily I have my own bathroom so I was able to take a shower without fighting with my brother. I had a ten minute shower and then went back downstairs to see my wicked step-mother making breakfast for my little sisters Gracie and Chasey. I snuck past her and made it to the basement where my father was currently lifting weights.

“Took you long enough,” he grunted and I just ignored that. “What was it you wanted to talk about?” I asked. Not that I really cared, I just wanted to go back to bed. “I’m returning to Smackdown.” That’s it? That’s all he wanted, he was leaving again, nothing new. “Well that’s great Dad, what does this have to do with me?” I was definitely curious at this point. “You’re coming with me.” Psycho Daddy says what?

“Oh hell no, Daddy, I’d rather stay here with Sara,” I said. Oops that got me a glare. “You are going whether you like it or not. Get packing we leave at 3.” And with that Daddy was up the stairs and headed for a shower. I stood there for a good five minutes before I went upstairs. I again snuck past the kitchen so that I wouldn’t have to put up with Sara. We did not get along, she didn’t give birth to me and therefore I was not worthy…I am however Daddy’s little princess…Usually. I do love my siblings though even if they get on my nerves, especially Gunner. Gunner and I don’t see our mom Jodi much, maybe 3 or 4 times a year. We talk on the phone a lot though. My mom and I are pretty close.

I managed to make it to my room without being stopped. It was now 7:30 and I figured I might as well pack now. First things first thought, must check my cell phone. I love that little thing, it is my lifeline, and I mainly use it to keep in contact with Regan. We’ve been best friends for years even though our fathers hate each other.

Of course, I forgot to charge it last night and its dead, oh joy. I plugged it in and started packing. I grabbed 2 duffle bags and threw my many jeans and skirts into one bag and then my t-shirts and sweaters into the other. I got my laptop out and put it in its carrying case and then got my guitar into its case too. Of Daddy thought I was leaving these behind he was nuts. I put my Ipod in my pocket and then lay back on my bed.

My headboard has shelves and on one was a photo album. I grabbed it and flipped to the last page where there was a photo of myself and Regan with her crush Phil Brooks, AKA CM Punk, and my Dad’s best friend Glenn Jacobs. I smiled and added it to one of the bags.

I went to check on my phone, just to see if I had enough bars that it would at least turn on for me. It did and I saw that I had a message. I called my voice mail and smiled when I heard Regan’s voice. I looked at the clock and saw that it was now after 8, she had called at around 7:30. Yeah, I’m in trouble, I didn’t call back right away like I usually did. Oh well, whatever she needs it has to be important. I quickly finished packing and then decided to get something to eat before calling her back.

Another half hour later and I was ready to call Regan. Hopefully she wouldn’t be too angry but I could deal with her. If she gets me mad I’ll just threaten to tell Punk that she likes him, oh yes I am evil like Daddy. I hit speed dial, she’s always my number one, hell; she’s like a sister. Now I just had to wait for her to pick up the damn phone.
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