Gone.

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Uggggg!

The light wakes me up.

Like every morning.

I grunt as I sit up.

"Shut up, dumb birds!"

This is me. I am NOT a morning person.

As I stand on my feet, I grab my phone and go to the kitchen.

I put my coffee on.

I turn on my phone.

Bing, Bing, Bing.

Dammit! I slept for 8 hours that's it!

I grip my phone in my hand and read it say
12 missed calls

What? I swear if this is my mom or something!

I listen to my voicemail...

"Call one, from Jessica. Hey Tara. Um I just wanted to let you know I got in a car accident. Please help my police are everywhere and I am scared"

She is 16 why was she even driving at 10:00?

"Call 2, from Jessica. Help me! Please please help. My head hurts and I am being yelled at by the other person who crashed into me *noise* do you here?"

Oh god! I hope she is Ok. I am starting to get worried!

"Call 3 from unknown number. Hello. Is this Jessica Mannira  freind? Well if so please call back... She is in the police station."

Shit, shit, shit!

I grabbed my coat not even bothering to listen to the other calls.

I practically jumped in my car. My best freind in a car crash.

Yes I am 19 she is 16. We are freinds because when her parents left her she had to stay with my family. I don't look to her as a sister though. We have been freinds forever.

Now I feel guilty. She probably thinks I don't care. I did not come till now. She can't call my mom and dad. They died in a fire. But I don't care. They were always mean to me.

I drived off to the police station.

I finally got there I then realized I was in my p.js still. I don't care. I made Jess wait long enough.

I pushed open the doors, I felt tears come down my cheeks oh no.

I quicky stopped my crying then walked in.