The line goes dead.
"What?" I question urgently. "Are you there? EMMA!" I scream. But I know it's no use. I heard the definite "click" of the phone receiver. Wait! Emma must be at home because on a cell there's no click, she must have been phoning from home.
I run down our beige carpeted stairs into the kitchen to see if Dad is there.
"Dad?" I ask and walk into the front room continuing my little search for Dad.
"Yeah? What is it Keira?" I see him right after his words come out of Dad's mouth. He takes off his reading glasses and puts down his book on the couch.
"Uhh I need to go to Emma's house." I say as normally as I can.
"Er, sure! Usually you don't tell me, you just go, is everything ok?"
"Yeah. I dunno. Anyways Bye!" I shout and slip into my blue Dawgs.
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Knock. Knock. Knock.
The doors opens slowly but steadily.
"Hello?" a voice says. The body of the voice walks out from behind the door.
"Emma!" I shout because I can stop myself. I want to hold onto this friendship, I want to know that she's still my friend and I'm still hers. If someone walked up to me and said "Who's you're best friend?" without a doubt I'd reply "Emma". In my mind we're still friends.
She doesn't reply. Emma just stands there with a blank look in her eyes and then stares at her feet.
"Emma!" I say a bit more quietly. But for a very different reason. Emma looks like a.......well complete wreck. Her usually glowing chestnut hair is in knots, frizzy, and dirty. I realize it's much more then just a bad hair day. Emma's clothes are ripped and soiled. Her Superman shirt is hanging off her shoulder and looks baggier then before. Her face is even more shocking. I used to admire Emma for her perfect complexion but now there's built up dirt and the colour of Emma skin is almost transparent.
"Are you ok?" I ask carefully.
"Yeah what makes you think I'm not ok?" Emma asks me in a pretty arrogant tone and slams the door.
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Beep. Beep. Boop. Beep. Beep.
The constant sounds of the hospital machines are keeping me awake like never before. I look around me to see people having life support hooked up to them, some are totally unconscious, others are wailing in pain. For the first time in a long time I feel lucky, lucky I'm not them. My problem is minor, a broken foot. After Emma slammed the door on me I kicked the cement stair because I was so angry, sad that Emma wasn't talking to me. Plus I felt so alone without my Mom at my side, I couldn't just go home and cry about it with her and then she'd make it all right. That option has been eliminated from me, forever.
After I kicked the stair I realized what I'd done, seriously injure my foot. I hobbled home in a mixture of tears and anger but has soon as I got home Dad drove me to the hospital, where I am right now.
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"So Keira, we're going to have to put a cast on your foot, which will have to stay on for about three weeks to a month because it was a pretty bad break.
Great. I'll have a broken foot on my 15th birthday. I guess I only have myself to blame.
"Ok, so are you going to put it on today?" I ask hiding my emotions quite well if I might say so myself.
"Ahh, yep-" the nurse pauses as a doctor starts to talk to her. "Actually we can put the cast on right now!" she says excitedly.
She passes me my crutches and we make our way around the hospital.
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"We have a geography review of the countries in Asia." says my teacher.
A purple sticky note lands on the top of my desk. I look around to see who's guilty and I see Robyn in the third row looking at me waiting for me to read it. It says "What happened to your foot?" with a heart and a smiley face in the corner. At first I'm highly suspicious that it is one of Michelle's and Sophie's trick on me but I look up and see a surprisingly kind smile on Robyn's face. I smile back and mouth "I'll tell you at lunch". She nods and looks at the front of the class pretending that she's listening.
"Class dismissed!"
Robyn and I rush out of the classroom and make our way to the cafeteria.
"So what happened?" she asks as we finally sit down.
I explain to her that I accidentally kicked the cement stairs in my backyard when I was playing soccer and it's just broken so that's why I need to keep the cast on for a couple of weeks.
Then she starts talking about her brother's grad and how she hated the giant family dance at the end. I laugh because Robyn is that last person I would imagine enjoying a family dance.
Wait! My mind says to myself. Backtrack! I laughed. I laughed! I forget how great it feels to laugh again. Thanks Robyn! I mentally make a note to write "Laugh" in the notebook today.
As we continue our conversation I slowly forget how much I miss Emma just for a few minutes. But that soon changes.
"Uhh, I think someone wants to see ya..I need to go to my next class anyways so I'll see ya around! Got to go! Robyn picks up her books and runs down the hallway. "Bye!" she shouts.
No! I want someone by my side! Who the heck wants to see me anyway?
"Hi, Keira!" Emma says cheerfully. She still looks like a mess but at least it looks like Emma took a shower.
"Hey! How you doing?" I ask. I can't help smiling. I mean I'm actually having a conversation with Emma!
"Better," she replies.
I look to the side, she's holding hands with the guy that attacked me.
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