Her name was Oasis Kai Evans, and she was sick of being the oddball in life. She was that black girl who was always stuck in between. Oasis is always underappreciated and taken for granted. At school in the morning, nobody would want to talk to her...
After three hours, Max finally woke up from a very long rest.
"Where am I?" he questioned.
"The hospital."
Max turned his head to the left and saw me sitting there. It made him grin from ear to ear. He stretched his arms out and yawned a little.
"How long was I asleep for?"
"About three hours. You were completely knocked out. You're a really heavy sleeper, you know that?"
He nodded in agreement. "So I've been told. Have you been here the entire time?"
"Yes sir. I never left the room."
He gestured for me to come and sit on the hospital bed. So I did. Max began to play with my hair and ask me questions about myself because after all, the two of us were strangers.
"So Oasis, how old are you?"
"How old do I look to you?"
He groaned. "I don't wanna guess. I might offend you by guessing to young or too old!"
I shook my head. "I promise I won't be offended. Guess."
"You're 19?"
"Close, but I'm 17. How old are you?"
"20. You seem really mature, thought. So you're in twelfth grade?"
"Yeah."
"Planning on going away to college?"
"Nope."
"Good. I see you have goals and aspirations like I do." He gave me a high five.
"Can I ask you a serious question Max?"
"Shoot." He leaned in so he could look directly into my eyes.
"Why did you even decide to take that bullet for me? You don't even know me. You didn't have to do that."
"I don't know why I did it if I'm going to be honest here. But, I think it's good that I did. You could have been seriously hurt, or worse." Max tapped my nose with his finger.
I don't know why, but I was cool with it.
"Now can I ask you a question Oasis?"
"Sure."
"Is that little book with a map on it your diary?" He pointed to my journal.
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"Not exactly. I call it my navigator's journal. Most of my thoughts or ideas for just about anything go down in it. You'll never catch me without it."
"Why do you call it a 'navigator's journal'? Does it help you navigate life?"
"Pretty much. This might sound weird but in my opinion I'm lost without it."
