I finish my soup and I manage to swallow the saltine crackers. Everything else was way too disgusting for me. But somehow, they were gone. Hmm. Must’ve swallowed them without tasting. Either that or Ryan ate ‘em all like the pig he is. Ha. Ha. There’s a teeny tiny little television next to me, so I turn it on and watch Grey’s Anatomy the entire day. Fun.
“Is she even awake?” I hear Ryan ask.
“I don’t know Ryan! … Sophia? Sophia?” I am shaken awake.
“No…….. lemme sleep,” I mutter.
“Ok Sophia, well, we just brought you some stuff… Kyle told his daycare that his sissy was sick so the teacher thought for the entire class to write you notes. Here they are,” Helena smiled, handing a huge garbage bag to me. I peek inside and there are a ton of notes and stuff.
“Thanks so much Helena,” I smile, “I’ll read them in a while. I really need to sleep.”
Helena nods, “Of course, Soph. We’ll come back tomorrow.”
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The minute I wake up, fully refreshed and awake, I turn to the notes. I read every single one and I do a mental ‘awwwww!’ after reading every single one. It’s so adorable how little kids who don’t even know me will write such sweet things… even if I can’t really understand most of them. Ok fine, ALL of them. Mostly they just drew pictures and they say “Get well soon”. Their teacher must’ve wrote it down on the board for them to copy.
“Miss Peterson? You have a visitor,” a nurse knocks on my door.
In steps Seth Milligan.
Author's Note: I know it's short! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt like I had to leave it here for suspense and if you don't know who Seth Milligan is........ go back and read Chapter 5! I'll be uploading soon though with a longer chapter! (:
P.S. Picture of Sophia on the side! (:
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Remember to Forget Me
Teen FictionSophia Rose Peterson and Ryan Edward Mason: the two cute little three year olds running around that had been best friends since birth. At age 10, Sophia had to move away from San Mateo, California, to New York, New York because of a big job Mr. Pete...