I found her first

The Hospital sucks

Ramona's POV
I wake up to the sound of my alarm in my ear and tissues all around me.

I get out of bed feeling like my eyes were red and puffy. I walk over to my chair and look in the mirror. I see how red my eyes were and I was so ugly.

I get my towel off my chair and got in the bathroom. I turn the water on and got undressed.

I hop in the shower and felt all the hot water on my body.

When I get out of the shower I turn the water off. I got my towel and rapped it around me and went into my room. I closed the door behind me. I go over to my closet and look on what to ware I pull out an outfit (below) and got dressed.

After I got dressed I put my towel back on my chair and then put my boot on and then I Bly dry my hair and the last this I will do it put it up in a ponytail.

I get downstairs and grad my school bag. "Hi mom." I said. "Hey Ramona. Is it going to be weird to not have Jackson at school today?" She asked with a sad face. "First of all no cause he was out one day cause he was sick and second of all, I don't wanna talk about any of the things that happened, okay?" I said. "Yeah okay." My mom said. I grab and apple and then I walked with Max to school.

I say goodbye to Max and go into my school. I go to my locker to put my books up that I don't need and I slammed it and I saw someone next to me. "Jacob? What are you doing." I said while I put my books in my bag. "I heard about Jackson." He said. "How?" I asked. "Well his mom told the principle that he won't be at school for awhile and then the principle told the whole school to pray for him or think of him so that's how I found out." He said leaning on the lockers. "Oh." I say with some tears in my eyes. "Are you okay?" Jacob asked. "... NO JACOB! NO I AM NKT OKAY! PEOPLE NEED TO STOP ASKING ME ID I AM PKAY CAUSE I AM NOT! MY BOYFRIEND IS IN THE HOSPITAL I THINK HE COULD DIE ANYDAY NOW!" I yell running away.

I walk in the class with tears in my eyes and sit down alone. "Okay class I hope you've been studying during the break cause we have a test today so take out a calculator and a pencil please." The teacher said. "What, we have a test?!" I say under my breath. Oh no! I am not ready! My mom is not going to be okay with me failing the test.

"Ummm... Can I take the test another day?" I asked thinking in my head that he will not say yes. "No you may not ramona. No take out your pencil and calculator." He said handing me the test. "No! I don't wanna take this test! I have a lot on my mind! I will fail it and I can't!" I yell. "Okay Ramona calm down...." "No! I won't! You need to calm down mr.!" I yell at the teacher. I put my head down crying so hard making a scene. "Ramona go to the office." The teacher said. "What!" I yelled again. "Go!" The teacher said again. "Fine!" I say sitting up out of my chair grabbing my bag and storming out the class. I run to a wall and cry so hard.

I heard footsteps coming close to me. "Ramona." I heard a familiar voice. "What do you want Jacob." I say crying in my hands. "I saw you in math and you need to calm down." He said. "Oh so all you want to come out here to tell me is for me to calm down? Cause I won't! Did you have anyone you love in the hospital thinking that they would die soon?!!" I yelled. "Actually yes." He said looking down. "What?" I said with a confused look on my face. "I did have someone I loved in the hospital before." He said sitting down next to me. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah. It was my mom. She had cancer. She died though." He said with a little tear. "Oh my god. I am so sorry. Do you live with your dad?" I asked. "No. He wakes out on us before me and my older brother was even born. I am living with my grandparents well grandfather. My grandmother died when I was born cause she was just old." He said looking right in my eyes. "Again, I am really sorry." I say looking into his blue eyes. "Well should we I take you to the office?" He asked. "No, I got it from here. I think I am just going to call my mom to pick me up." I said. "Okay, well by Ramona." He said getting up and walking into the classroom.