I Pinkie Promise ✔️

Chapter 27

Glitch's POV

Here I am. Lying in this bed. Doing nothing but letting my friends down. It's been 36 hours now and I finally get to go home. I sighed as my mom came in. She held her purse close to her chest as she smiled sympathetically at me.

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"How are you feeling?" She asked me. I tilted my head.

"Could be better." I haven't seen Aminta since she left. I feel so utterly guilty. My mom continued to smile. It was sincere yet sad. I hate seeing everyone feeling pity for me. "And could you not look at me like that?" I asked her.

"Like what?"

"With that face. Makes me feel worse." She sighed.

"Jordan. It's bad enough you are paralyzed, but you don't need to act like a brat too." I chuckled and smiled.

"That's more like it." The doctor came in with a wheelchair.

"You ready to go home Jordan?"

"I've been ready. So tired of this hospital smell." He chuckled.

"Well unfortunately for me, I work here. You got your clothes on?" I nodded. My mom looked to the doctor.

"Wait a minute. He could put his stuff on. By Himself?" She asked. The doctor nodded.

"I was surprised as well. Maybe his immune system is better than expect to be healing so quickly." He chuckled.

"Oh yes. Yes we should. That's such great news." She smiled for real at me.

"I just can't move my legs."

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"At this rate. He should be cured in less than a week, rather than a month."

"Less than a week? Oh Jordan, that's such good news!" My mom exclaimed. I smiled. They helped me into my wheelchair as I waved good-bye to my doctor.

"Thanks for everything." I said. He just smiled and wrote something on his clipboard. My mom took me into the car and I buckled my seatbelt. My mom got in the driver's seat and started the car. At first she didn't do anything. But I was wrong. She started doing her happy dance right there. "Woah mom. You might break the car."

"Oh Glitch! You might still be able to recover for the showcase!"

"I know!" We left the dreaded hospital and drove home, in the best mood ever.

Aminta's POV ( 36 hours before)

I grabbed the clothes from Mo and started walking towards Aubrey's suite. I banged on her door.

"Aubrey!" I shouted. "I have a fashion Crisis!" The door opened immediately as she pulled me in. She ran into her room, dragging me along with her and shut her door. She sat on her bed and motioned to the chair in front of her.

"Spill honey." I gave her my outfit, not bothering to sit down.

"Can you make it seem more.. I don't know. Girlie and My size?" She looked at the outfit in disgust.

"Why on earth would you have something so terrible in your wardrobe?"

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"Oh. it's not mine. It's for the competition tomorrow. I'm filling in for Glitch and this was his outfit." She let out a breath of relief.

"Oh thank goodness. I thought this was yours. But there isn't much we can do with this." It was an beret looking hat that the 60s style was like, a pair of old fashioned tap-dance shoes, black slacks, a white button up- quarter sleeve shirt, and a black - sleeveless vest to go over it. Aubrey tapped her chin.