Anne-Maria (Completed)

My Saturday

Throughout the night I was tossing and turning. I couldn't stop thinking about Kevin and how nice he has been to me. I didn't deserve his kindness. After a few hours I came to a conclusion. I like Kevin. I blushed before sleeping and continuously told myself that I was just being silly. How am I supposed to deal with him now? I told myself that I needed to be as normal as possible whenever I am around him. After telling myself that I was being really silly, I finally closed my eyes, and then I fell asleep after a few minutes of resting with my eyes closed.

I woke up a few hours later at six A.M. How late did I stay up? I pouted and knew today wasn't going to be a good day. At least it was Saturday. My father acknowledged me and continued to eat his leftover pancakes. My mother came down and said that she was called into work unexpectedly. She was out the door as soon as she said a single "goodbye" that was meant for my dad and I to share. I heard my phone go off upstairs (it was a very quiet breakfast) and rushed to see who had texted me. Kevin.

Kevin: Hey, my mom gave me twenty bucks, do you want to get something to eat?

Me: Sure, I have been craving fro-yo, it's cheap so you will still have some money left over...

Kevin: Oh ok, be ready by twelve, we will take the bus to get to the city.

Me: Ok, see you then.

I sighed and our conversation went on and on about school and the type of annoying people there are. Kevin and I came to an agreement and concluded that the ninth graders are the only well behaved kids.

My father said his goodbyes to me around 10:00 and left to his new part time job. I put on a sweater and skinny jeans. I inspected my sweater while looking at myself in the mirror. There were a few small holes in the side, but I still looked fine. I put on my fake vans and walked to my living room where I told Kevin to hurry and pick me up. He said he was barely getting ready.

I mumbled to myself and turned on the tv.

"There was a very bad accident on the freeway leading into the freeway at around 10:30. The accident involved a minivan and a semi-truck, firefighters are still trying their best to extinguish the fire of the minivan and semi-truck. We are praying to hear soon that there are survivors," The news woman said, pointing out the bad parts of the accident that was being live streamed onto the green screen. Dad.

I was so scared and worried. As thoughts ran through my mind I began to tear up. I tried to steady my hands as I reached for my phone. I was about to dial my dad's number as someone else called. My dad's caller ID showed up and I instantly felt a wave of relief flowing over me.

"Hello?" I asked with a shaky voice.

"Hello this is Dr. Shawn, is this the daughter of Mr. Young?" asked Dr. Shawn. I fell to the floor, how could the doctor be speaking so professionally. I tried to speak, but nothing came out of my mouth. I choked on tears and began to sob into the phone. I could barely hear the muffled voice coming through the phone over my loud bawling. I tried to silence my whines and coughs as the doctor tried to speak up. I could hear him again.

"Listen, calm down, try and calm down. Your father jumped out of his car before the semi-truck hit him.

The news reporter said there was tons of traffic, how did the truck hit my dad's car without hitting any others?" I asked Dr. Shawn with a shaky voice again. My heart was beating faster as I heard the doorbell ring twice.

"Well the traffic was slowly moving, so it wasn't like the truck couldn't hit him. The semi-truck was apparently right next to his car, and without using the truck's turning signal, the driver began to try and get into the next lane. That next lane was your dads. Your dad told me that he was able to jump out to the side of the road as the semi-truck driver carelessly sped up and hit your dad's car," The doctor replied. I was still crying, and the doorbell went off twice more.

I asked if my dad was awake, but the doctors said he was put under anesthesia so they could fix his broken arm and stitch up a few deep cuts. I began to cry more, what else was I supposed to do? My dad just barely escaped a bad accident. The door opened, I had forgotten to lock it.

"Anne?" Kevin hollered out. I fell to the floor and cried more. I had a feeling that the doctor was lying to me, the accident looked too bad to be just a simple hit.