Poppies, Poppies, Poppies

Chapter One

Troy

I wasn't expecting Poppy to go into a coma. No one was. All the same, she wasn't up when I drove to her house (down the street) to pick her up and drive to school). I waited outside for a while, and finally went to the door and opened it. Poppy had been my best friend since were were 1 year old. Poppy's dad was in the kitchen. "Hey Troy" he said kinda sleepily. "Good morning. Um, school starts soon. Do you know where Poppy is?" I didn't meet his eye, not after The Incident. "She's still sleeping. She was really tired out after- when-" he sighed. "She's upstairs" I went upstairs, and into her room. It was kinda a mess, Poppy didn't care though. She was sleeping, her hair a mess, her legs and arms hanging over the side of the bed, the covers strewn across her. I lightly shook her shoulder. "Poppy. Poppy we have to go. Poppy!!!" She wasn't waking up. I checked her pulse, she was alive. But she wasn't waking up. "POPPY!!" Her dad raced upstairs and into the room. "She's not waking up!" I said hurriedly. Mr Smith scooped her up in his arms. "Can you drive us to the hospital?" I nodded and we hurried downstairs. I stated the car, while Mr Smith called my mom and told her where we were going. After a while my mom hung up. We drove in silence, listening to Poppy's breathing, should it stop. Finally we made it. Mr Smith carried her in and the lady at the desk sent for a doctor. It was all so sudden that I didn't really have any emotion, I was in shock. Just like I was the day before. The day of The Incident.