The last period is over for the day. Nickky and me meet up at the park.
"So are you doing anything when you get home?" I ask her. "No." she says plainly. "Can I come over?" I ask. "Sure." she says plainly once again. "Okay I'll meet you at your house at 4:30 okay?" I say. "Sounds good." she says walking away from the park.
I show up at her doorstep. I knock and her mother opens up the door crying. "What's wrong Mrs.Harvey?" I ask worried. "O.. On.. the.. way home... when Nickky was... cros.. crossing th.. the street.." she stutters. Oh know. I know what's coming. "She got hit by a car!!" Mrs.Harvey continues. "Nooooo!!! I scream bursting into tears sitting down on the doorstep. "I... Is sh... she dead??" I say crying. "Yes." her mother said. "So I lost my one reason for staying alive." I think to myself. Great.
*OMG! I know you probably hate me right now. but it gets better*
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ChickLitLife can't get better I think. Or at least that's what I thought.
