You are riding in a car. The road is bumpy and you bounce off your seat about every minute or so. You sit separated from the other fighting children in the car, they're all younger than you anyway. You're looking out the window. It's raining, and as you drive you race the raindrops streaking across the window. You don't want to go to this party. It's for a five year old, someone like your cousin's best friend who was over when you were babysitting your cousin. Worst of all, you're mom is the one stuck driving. At least you don't get your drivers license for a few more months, then you'll be the one driving the 'crazy train'. You pull up to the party place. It's some sort of pizza place for little kids, and it just reopened so it's popular with the crowd. The car comes to a stop. You turn to your mom as she takes the keys out of the car and turns a switch to open the minivans doors. "Y/N, can you get the presents and I'll take the kids in?" She asks. "Fine." You reply. You have no emotion in your voice. You hate this. "Y/N, you can bring them around the back, that's where our party room is." Your mom tells you as she gets out of the car. You nod. You walk to the back of the car where the trunk is piled with loads of bags, boxes, tubes galore. You put the bags around your arms, the tubes under your neck, and carry all the boxes in your outstretched arms. It weighs a ton, and you cant really see over the boxes, but it's better to take one trip than twenty. You kick the lift gate and the trunk shuts. You begin to walk around the back of the building until you come to the back entrance. You slowly and strategically open the door, not dropping a single present. The mound barely fits through the doors. When you get in you begin to wipe off your feet on a rubber floor mat. The rubber is slippery, and within seconds you slip. The presents go everywhere and you hit your head on the door. You're out cold.