Shooting Star

Chapter 24

It was Thursday, and I'd just finished school. 

Tomorrow was my second-to-last dance competition, and I only had one dance, Extended Line. Luckily for me there weren't any more dances this weekend, since I would probably be at the rink all day and all night. I also had my English exam sometime in the morning. Then I had my semi-final match as well.

I decided it was a good time to make sure nothing was going to screw up my day tomorrow. So I went to my desk and rummaged through the papers lying about. I found my exam schedule, competition schedule, and the newly-updated playoff schedule:

Brianna Miller: English Literature Examination, Friday @ 9am

Okay, that was fine. Now what time was my competition?

Kicks Dance Institute: Extended Line, Friday: 12:00.

That was fine too. My English examination would only take an hour; it was writing an essay and we were only given an hour anyways. 

Plus, this weekend's competition was only downtown Toronto, which was much more convenient.

There was only one more thing to check.

I picked up my hockey schedule:

Carlton Admirals vs. Everton Lightning Friday at 12:30

I smiled happily. "Thank goodness. Everything's fine."

My eyes widened. I did a double take, checking the times for everything.

"HOLY CRAP!"

 The blood rushed to my head and I blacked out.

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"Bree?" someone asked, sounding quite worried.

My head was swimming; it sounded like I was taking a bath in honey and they were trying to talk to me.

"Bree!" the person's voice grew frantically.

I couldn't open my eyes, no matter how much I tried. 

Hands, gentle, brushed my forehead. "Bree, sweetheart, are you all right?"

I knew that voice. Mom, I wanted to say. 

"Is she going to be okay?" That was Adrian. "I came in to borrow a pencil and she was just lying on the floor."

"She's not dead, that's for sure," Mom replied. "I wonder why she passed out."

Because, you dumb mother, look at what I'm holding! I wanted to scream out, but I couldn't.

"Mom, she's holding something," Adrian pointed out. "There are also papers by her legs."

Thank you, Adrian.

"Yes, you're right," Mom said, and I felt the paper tugged out of my grasp.

I heard Mom read out loud: "Extended Line, Friday at 12:20."

Then Adrian read: "Carlton Admirals vs. Everton Lightning, Friday at 12:30."

Silence.

I don't know if I blacked out again, or if they were in shock for the same reasons I passed out.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Adrian said, "Mom, I think that's why she fainted."

"More like passed out," Mom sounded really worried. "Bree, sweetheart, are you ever going to come back to us? We can talk to your Coach and figure something out. Just breathe."