When my little sister Jacki was in 7th grade, her teacher let her and her best friend, Ellia, stay after school to finish a science lab. Me and my brother Chanler where waiting on her to walk home. That's when the explosion occurred. The two of us rushed over to the side of the building that got blown up, it was my sisters science room.The bricks from the wall where all over the place, ashes floated in the air and the aroma of smoke surrounded us. Papers where on fire and desk where thrown all over the place. I brought the collar of my shirt to my eyes to protect me self from inhaling the ashes and smoke, Chanler did the same.
Carfuly we stepped in and out of piles of bricks, papers ,lab equipment,desks and chairs. The sky seemed to get dark and black, only the glowing fire around us provided light. Finally after fighting through all the mess, we found them. Mr.Smith, Their teacher, Was attempting to get up, but he had a wounded leg. dark blood was oozing out of his wound. Chanler ran over to help him.
A few feet away was Ellia and Jacki. They both wore a neon pink shirt, jeans and white converse, witch where not very white anymore, it was like seeing double. I saw one of them crouched over the other, crying. I released the collar of my shirt and jumped over all the mess, throwing chairs out of the way and kicking the clutter out from under my feet. Adrenalin pumped into my veins. I could feel my heart beat through my body, I saw my sister lying on the ground.
I stared at her chest, hoping it would move, nothing. I started to preform CPR on her. over ad over and over again I tried to get her to respond, hot tears where streaming down my face. i kept trying till finally an pair of hands wrapped around mine, and sirens filled the air.
Chanler held me close to him wile the paramedics came, and our dad. His eyes where red and puffy, like ours. We quickly got in the car to follow the paramedics, Chanlers hand glisten red from Mr.Smith's blood. He grabbed a paper towel from the middle console and wiped his hands off. I sat in the back saying to myself that she would be alright, but I wouldn't believe myself.
By the time we got to the hospital, it was too late, she had been gone for an hour. I was devastated, and I will never forget that day or the phone call I got after these events happend.
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The Secret Life of Me
Teen FictionParker lived a complex life, she has been a spy since 1st grade, And she has had to keep it a secret since. But her second year in high school is when the real challenge begins, Can she get through the year and keep her secrets? Read to find out! Do...
