I was sitting at my desk during seventh period -- English.
I tried to pay attention to my teacher, but I wasn't doing very well.
Everything is normal. Everything is fine.
I looked at the clock hanging in the front of the room. 1:30 PM.
Just an hour left, April. You can do this.
But...
Then the classroom phone rang.
My heart started beating faster as my teacher walked across the room to answer it.
"Hello?"
It's fine. This sorta thing happens all the time...
"Oh... uh, all right. Yes, I'll send her now," he put the phone down, "April?"
My heart skipped a beat.
"Y-y-yes?"
"You're being picked up for early dismissal at the office."
"Okay."
Shakily, I packed my things into my school bag and walked out of the classroom and down the hall towards the front office. Once inside, I was hugged by my parents and sister.
My parents were gloomy and my mother's makeup was running. Sophie looked happy, maybe just to see me earlier than usual, but she looked confused as well.
"What's going on?" I asked my dad, cautiously.
"We'll explain on the way."
On the way to where?
My dad signed me out and we left the school.
Rain. Horrible feeling. Early dismissal. Mom crying. Something isn't right.
My dad was in the driver's seat, and my mom was in the passenger seat next to him, trying to stop her tears. I sat in the back seat with Sophie.
My dad cleared his throat, "There was an incident earlier today... we're going to the hospital now."
"Incident? Who... how... where?" I felt my throat tighten.
"Your Aunt Bethanne..." he gave me a look through the rear view mirror that told me not to ask any more questions.
As the rain pelted down on our car, I watched the raindrops race down the window.
We rode the rest of the way in mid-silence; Sophie was humming and singing random songs and tunes from off the top of her head. And for that, I am so grateful.
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After driving for about thirty minutes, we arrived at the hospital.
As soon as we stepped into the hospital, I wanted to go back out. The strong sterile scent hit me hard as soon as we opened the hospital doors. I hate hospitals. I looked down at my sister. She put on a brave face.
"May I hold your hand, Princess Sophie?" I asked my little sister.
She gave me a look of deep thought.
"If you wish," she said, sticking out her hand.
I smiled as I accepted her hand, "Thank you, Princess!"
I felt relieved to have my ray of sunshine by my side.
We continued to follow Mom and Dad around the hospital to find Aunt B.'s room.
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After walking around for quite some time, we found her room. One of the doctors stopped us in the hallway before we entered.
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