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"Sunday! Wake up! You have to take your sister to a concert," my mom said to wake me up."UGH! Mom! Tomorrow! Please!" I yell back. "Sunday,you know Green Day is leaving tomorrow!" "But I don't like Green Day! Gosh!" My little sister,Ally,(who's 14 years old) ran into my room and jumped on me like I was a trampoline. She was all ready to go. She had her Green Day Shirt on with denim skinny jeans and a Green Day wrist band. "SUNDAY! Wake up! Please!" Ally yelled. "Hmm...okay...fine,Ally! Only because I love you so much." I say with love. Ally and I did everything together. Even though I'm 4 years older than her,I treated her like I was 16 and she was 6 with love and respect. So I'll do anything for her. I put on a black crop top with white paint splats on it (it was a design) and short shorts. I grabbed my iPhone and some money and drove my sister to the Green Day concert. We got there in 45 minutes.I felt like it was 8 hours."We're here,Ally!" I said. "Ally?" "Huh?!" She screamed as she woke up from her nap. I laughed. "Are we there yet?" Ally said as she yawned. "Yep! I'll just wait outside for you...I'm not going to watch the-" Ally cut me off and said."Thanks,Sunday! I owe you one! Love you! BYE!" She ran off and saw one of her friends and went inside the stadium. I came out of my car and just walk around.I saw a place to sit under the shade. It was a few stairs and a door. I sat on the 2nd top stair and started listening to my pandora. A Green Day song came on. It was American Idiot. That was the song I liked the most about Green Day. "Hmm...I like this so-Oof!" Someone had opened the door behind me.the person had opened the door pretty hard. I fell off all the stairs (there were like 5 steps) and I landed on my head. I tried to sit up but I couldn't. My arms still had a little energy in them so I touched my head and there was blood. I started I see a white light like I was about to faint. But the last thing I remember and saw was a guy with black,fuzzy hair in a black long sleeves shirt.I couldn't see his face that much because my hair was in the way and my eyes were getting blurry...

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