The Last Summer

Chapter 6

I look back to see where the glass hit. There's a large dent in the wall where it hit.

I look back at my mom, but she's not there.

I slowly walk around the table, avoiding the broken glass.

When I get in eyesight where she was standing, I see her collapsed on the ground. I start to panic so I call 911.

I tell them that my mom was yelling and throwing glasses and that she's passed out now.

Oh gosh, what am I gonna do?!

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They take my mom to a hospital, but they said that I can't come, just in case she decides to throw more stuff at me. I try to argue, but you can't really win an argument with the police.

Instead of staying home, I pack a bag and go to Hannah's.

I knock on the door and her sister opens the door.

"Hi, Macy," she says.

"Hey, Jenna," I respond. "Um, can I see Hannah just for a minute? It's really important."

"Yeah, sure."

She closes the door for a split second, yells Hannah's name, then opens the door back up.

"She will be down in a sec," she tells me.

"Ok, thanks," I say.

A minute and a few exchanged yells later, Hannah appears at the door.

"What are you doing here?" Hannah asks.

"It's a long story that I'm not comfortable talking about here," I say, looking down.

"It's ok, come in," she insists.

We walk in and go up to her room.

"Ok, so what happened?" she asks.

I tell her the story, and her jaw drops.

"That's crazy!" she exclaims. "That's just...... wow. I don't understand that."

"Yeah, me either," I say.

"So she's at the hospital right now?" she asks.

"Yup," I say, popping the p.

"Well, if you need a place to stay....."

"That's why I came here," I say. "If that's ok......"

"Oh, it's always ok," she says.

I walk over to her window and look across the street. Why? I really don't know.

I sit on the windowsill and just look out on the street.

"You know what?" Hannah suddenly asks.

"What....." I say, slightly curious. Ok, a lot curious.

"We need to make a bucket list," she states.

"Why?" I ask.

"Well, every pair of best friends has one, so we should make one!" she says.

"But what would be on it?" I ask her.

"We should each write stuff down and share after and take our favorites and make our bucket list," she responds.

"Ok......" I say.

I start to write my idea for a bucket list in my journal.

1) sky diving (idk)

2) vacation together

3) road trip

4) get drunk together (until we are aged enough, of course; darn late birthday)

I can't think of anything else, so I glance at Hannah's. She has so many things written down, and I have four.

When she gets done, we share. She insists on going first.

"1) skinny-dipping

2) go to the beach

3) watch the sunrise at the beach

4) learn (or try) to play an instrument

5) go on a shopping spree

6) work together when older

7) create our own line of clothing

8) movie marathon" she states very happily.

"Wow," I say. "That's a lot."

"Yup," she says. "Now you go."

I say my short list of ideas and she seems to love them.

We can't decide what our favorites are, so our bucket list is all of them.

I don't even know what the point of this was, but if got my mind off of how my mom almost hit me with a glass.

We do more random things that night. We eventually fall asleep at 3am.

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I jump awake with tears running down my face. I was dreaming about my mom and everything she's done. I bring my hands up to my eyes and try to wipe them clean. My phone decides to go off at that exact moment. The ringtone tells me it's for work.

Shiz, I forgot about that.

I gather my stuff and grab a sticky note to tell Hannah I left for work.

I put it on her face and drive home so I can get my work clothes.

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Surprisingly, I get to work on time, but barely.

I grab my apron and start working with the first customers. That's when I remember my second date with Jason tonight.

I'm so excited!

With that thought, my mind wakes up and I work effortlessly the rest of the day, afraid of dropping glasses due to last night.

AN:

Idk if this is a good chapter, or, honestly, a good book at all

I don't know if it's interesting enough and in trying to make it more interesting. I hope it's working.