Ashley's POV
Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.
Don't freak out, Ashley. She still is breathing and her heart is working just fine. I mentally told myself holding Leslie's small fragile hand.
It has been 3 hours 22 minutes and 3 seconds since Leslie's heartache. It was only a small one, the doctor said Although, it could be a sign. And i have more disappointing news. He continues She fell into a comma. Now, I can't I let go of her hand. I feel like if I do, she'd go away.
Mom opened the door and came in from the cafeteria downstairs. A hot chocolate for me, and coffee for herself. She sat down On her chair before giving me my drink.
I blinked my eyes because I felt the tears almost rolling out of my eyes. I didn't want to cry but yet I really really wanted to so I distracted myself by taking the first sip of my hot chocolate.
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Alex's POV
Walking down the halls was weird today. Not that anything isn't weird at all but they were whispering while I walked down the hall to class.
I ignored all stares and little comments I couldn't comprehend and just sat down at my desk doing the little homework I had not done yesterday.
Mrs. Madigan came in and sat down while the rest of the kids swarmed in and took their seats before the bell ringed.
The speaker turned on.
Unknown person who works in the office: Mrs. Madigan?
Her: Yes?
Unknown person who works in the office: Can you send Alex down, he has an early dismissal.
Her: OK. Thank you.
"Alex, you may go now" she said. I stood and took my stuff along with me and handed her my worksheet I finished a few seconds ago. "Oh, thank you. I forgot" I simple nodded and walked towards the door. "Don't forget to read Chapter 15 on the book!" She shouted
At the office, mom was there and told me to hurry into the car. No words were spoken in the car and to be honest, this was really uncomfortable. When she parked in our drive way, she slowly turned the keys from the opposite direction and the engine fell into a deep sleep.
She sat there. Nothing was happening.
"Mom?" I spoke breaking this awful silence
"She's almost gone, honey" she quickly stated
She? Who she? Is it Leslie she's talking about? No, no. Not yet. Not now! I took off my seat belt and got off the back seat to sit on the passenger side. She didn't argue.
I lightly punched mom on the shoulder. She turned her head to me. "Ha ha, mom. Its okay. I know Tris will win this battle of be a free divergent and save her people and..." I haven't read the book.
I only hear mom's cries on how she should of done this and later do that and how she went to this building to free Four from something that was making him evil? I don't know.
Although. You can't blame me. I'm 10. And yeah, you'll probably argue with me that you read it at the age of ten but I had Leslie on my mind and—
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Short StoryThe idea of this story has hit me square to the face when I watched one of my favorite novellas on television. Leslie Garcia has been a sweet little 9 year old girl and then her world is crushed when she finds out she suddenly has cancer. Everyone i...