Dedicated to you because you you made me so super happy today! Thank you! And it's dedicated to you to Brookee but you can only dedicate these things to one peron and I already dedicated other things to you! So, Brookee no fuzzing about it! By the way I still want the keys before you leave. Love you all! bye-byes!
I was biking to school with my new bike on the first day of summer. The sun was shining high in the sky and there was a slight wind. The bugs had started coming out last week, so I had myself covered from head to toe, hoping that no bugs would land on me and have the misfortune of me killing them.
I turned fourteen last week. That is where the bike came from. I had come home from school to find my mom, dad and brother standing behind a beautiful red and black bike.
When I got to St. Claire it was still early. St. Claire is the name of the school I attend. Then I remembered that I needed to bring something important today. Looking down at my clock, I saw I still had a half hour until they would even open the doors to let us in.
So with that, I turned around and started to race back home. As I was pedaling down the road as fast as my legs would go, I heard a noise.
“Hmm... I wonder what that was?” I thought out loud.
I heard it again.
“AHH!” Somebody screamed.
I came to a stop and looked into bushes across the road from me.
“Is somebody there?!” I said loudly.
Hoping that it was just my imagination, I waited for any kind of sound. I could feel the tension building up inside of me.
Carefully, I put my bike down and walked quietly into the bushes. Keeping my senses alert for any movement or sound, this horrible smell hits me. Then I hear it, so soft that I would have not noticed if I was not on high alert. The smell got worse as I moved deeper into the trees. I listened, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. I continued to search blindly for the source when I tumbled upon a clearing.
The first thing to catch my attention was the red against the green grass. Deep red... like blood... I follow the trail to find a person lying there on their stomach, deep cuts going down their back and arms.
I wanted to scream but instinct told me to check if the danger was gone and if the person was alive. I looked around. Finding nothing I crouched down and examined the person. It was a girl not much older than me. The cuts are not as bad as I originally had thought.
Movement flickers at the side of my eye.
I realized the movement was her eyes opening. I pulled my sweater off and lay it down on her back to try and stop the bleeding.
I told her, “My name is Michelle Zink. I am going to try and help you. Can you speak?”
She looked at me not saying anything. I pulled out my cell phone that I remembered was with me. I dialled 9-1-1.
“911. What is your emergency?”
“I found a girl who is severely hurt in a clearing about five minutes into the woods on Burger Street in Conic, Kiki.”
“Help will be there shortly.”
*Five hours later…*
I had been in the waiting room for five hours. The girl never spoke once the whole time I was with her. I kept wondering if she was ok or not. They had to put her to sleep so they could stitch up her wounds.
A doctor walked into the waiting room.
“Michelle Zinc?”
I stood up and practically ran into him.
“Doctor is she ok? Has she woken up?”
“She will be fine, Miss Zinc. If you hadn’t called for an ambulance she could have died from the blood loss. You did a great job.”
An overwhelming sense of relief and accomplishment filled me. She was alright.
Her name was Alice Lake. Alice and I have now been friends for two years. To this day she will not talk about what happened to her, but every full moon I wonder…
