Well honestly when I woke up this morning, I would've never guessed that Brooklyn Mize, this girl that I've been friggin in love with since the first grade, which is when I first laid my eyes on her, would have ended up going to the hospital during class. It was a normal day for me. Wake up, eat breakfast, go the to gym, shower, and go to school. When I got to school I went straight to class with Mr. Cooper. Brooklyn came in a few minutes later with a late pass. She handed it to the teacher even though she really wasn't late. Then she trudged over to her desk, slammed down her books, and slumped into her seat. When the teacher started lecturing us on some bull shit topic, I started drawing what was on my mind. Brooklyn and I dating, getting engaged, married, having children, and growing old together. (sigh) Wouldn't it be wonderful? Oh um I mean I was drawing manly things like football and hockey! Yah and soccer and baseball and..
Anyway, when I was drawing her, I look up and she falls out of her chair and onto the floor. Well we called 911 and Amanda or Ally or whatever her name is and I rode in the ambulance with her. Now I'm sitting by Brooklyn's side alone, waiting for her to come out of her coma.
