fences

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Alexandra

I have no idea what I just witnessed. First, I was standing at the bus stop, the sun setting slowly in front of me.

I just left Caleb's music cafe. A small place where I worked to save up for college, pay bills, and buy extra things once in a while. He called it Chemical Coffee, which would turn people off if the coffee didn't taste so good.

Caleb let me leave early, because he said I seemed tired. Which was true, and I still had my AP homework to do.

Lena, the cute, Russian, girlfriend of Caleb offered me a ride. I refused, saying the bus would be easier.

I tied my brown, almost black curls into a ponytail as I exited the restaurant. My black Chuck Taylor's were in desperate need of wiping off, and my cream shirt was stained with chocolate syrup.

Even in my messy state, I had a happy and exciting day listening to the music flood through the small coffee shop.

I love my job.

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The walk to the bus stop wasn't long, it took about 10 minutes.

I sat on the old forest green bench and took my notebook out of my bag. Words and phrases started flooding into my brain, and I quickly moved my hand to write them all down. I called it Free-Versing.

Then, I heard a screeching sound. The high pitched sound causing pins to stick into my eardrums. I got so scared I dropped my pen, and slipped off the bench.

In slow motion, a black Range Rover crashed into a boy on a motorcycle, causing the boy to fly high into the air and slam into the pavement.

The Range Rover drove off, and I had better things to do than run after it. There was a boy dying in the street!

As I was running towards his motionless body, I realized he looked highly familiar.

Highly Familiar.

His chest was heaving up and down, like his lungs were struggling for air but he wasn't.

When I reached him, I stooped into my knees and looked into his face.

Logan.

There was a pool of blood gaining circumference under his head, and his arm looked like jelly.

I looked into his eyes, and they were still a bright Jade color. His eyes snapped up to lock with mine, and he seemed to be giving up.

I did the most reasonable thing.

I said, "Hold on, I'm getting you help. Whatever you do, don't give up. Don't give up, Logan"

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I called the paramedics with my phone. The small, and old android that I could afford every month. A bit embarrassing, but if half of the privileged kids at school understood that I had to work for it, they would understand. Hopefully.

When they arrived, they forced me into the ambulance with him since I was the only one who witnessed the whole thing.

The blood scared the shit out of me, and it's metallic smell would take months to erase from memory.

I don't know why, but it seems I care about people I barely know. Because right now, I was literally scared out of my mind for this boy.

This boy, who seemed to not even want to be alive.

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The doctors called his family, but I wanted to stay there until they arrived. I wouldn't be able to go to school tomorrow, it was 1:00 at night.

My hair was a frizzy halo around my face, and my eyes felt dry. I just wanted to go home and sleep, but I waited it out.

A blonde and green eyed woman walked into the room with a boy who looked nothing like her.

His eyes were a cerulean blue, and his hair was jet black. He had some features of Logan's, but the woman with green eyes I suspected was Logan's mother and they looked nothing alike.

"Hey, who are you?" the boy blatantly asked.

"I saw the accident." I gave him a faint smile to assure him I was a good person.

"You saved him?" the woman asked.

"I wouldn't call it that, but I did get him help."

"Thank you so much. I owe you. How much do you want?"

She pulled out a checkbook and pen, and started scribbling in it. I wouldn't take money for just being a good person.

The temptation to take it was daring, but I stood my ground.

You do need it for college, a voice said. I know, but I can't take it for something anybody could've done.

"It's ok, really. I should get going I was waiting for you guys to arrive."

Logan's mom muttered something in Spanish, which I understood a little.
Something about being a 'stubborn black girl'.

"Honestly I'm not being stubborn, it's fine I just need to get home."

I quickly got up and grabbed my things and rushed out.

Not before hearing the blue eyed boy say,

"What's her name?"

A small part of me didn't want to leave Logan's side, I banished that small part of me to hell.

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