"Dad! I'm fine. I don't need that thing. The last time it went into my mouth, I threw up," I lamented. It's like I have being saying the same things over and over again. Hear me out, Dad.

"Alyssa! This is for your own good. Now quit yapping like a baby and take it, or I'll shove it down your throat along with the rest tablet!" Ali's surley tone burst my ears.

I glanced at my parents and annoying-ish brother as they stared me down. It's like they are all against me... because I don't want to take my drugs, DRUGS!

Stupid drugs that are irritatingly bitter. They tastes worst...