Chapter III

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The Jones' seemed nice. Penny was nice too. She was a cheerleader and showed me all of her trophies. I've always despised cheerleaders but she was nice. Our parents were in the kitchen drinking wine and cleaning up the kitchen from the dinner we just had. Ollie and Ashton, Penny's little brother, were playing Legos in the next room.
"So? You wanna see me do my backflip? I just mastered it." she said.
"Sure." I say.
She does her backflip and in the process, kicks over a lamp. We both laugh a little then I ask where the bathroom is.
"Down the hall, to the left." she says.
"Awesome, thanks. When I come back, you should show me your front flip. You might knock over your bookshelf." I say as we both laugh.
I walk out and head to the bathroom. I saw the light under the door so I wait. I was looking around and I saw that the door to Ashton's room was closed. I knew it was Ashton in the bathroom, so I knocked on his door to see if Ollie wanted help building his Legos.
No answer. Maybe he's downstairs. I open the door anyway to see Oliver lying on the floor. At first, I thought he was asleep, so I tapped his shoulder to wake him up. He wouldn't budge. I start to shake him but still nothing happened. I started getting worried, so I yelled for mom. She came up and barged in asking what was wrong and saw Ollie on the floor and me in tears. She picks him up and puts her ear up to his mouth. She lets out a sigh of relief and tells me to go get dad and to start the car.
I do so obediently and I wait in the car. I don't know what's going on at all, I'm just worried about Ollie. My mom walks out of the house carrying Ollie. She puts him in the backseat and seatbelts him. She gets behind the wheel and slams on the gas pedal. I was trying really hard not to cry all the way to the hospital. When we arrived, my mom was carrying Ollie and yelling for help at the E.R.
A nurse came and asked what was wrong and my mom said that he fainted. Then, my mom and my little brother went through those big doors, while I was stuck in the waiting room.

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