After a shit load of arguing with my team and begging them to let me go, I finally got the O.K. to put the remainder of my Neon Lights tour on hold.
I wipped off my seatbelt and grabbed my carry-on from the upper compartment. I needed all the time I could get; my babygirl was dying and I needed to be there for her.
I sped through Toronto Pearson Airport as fast as I could.
Then, I got to customs.
The line up was massive. No way could I get through this in half an hour.
I sat in the line for an hour, huffing and puffing the whole way through when finally the officer called me over and I ran over to him and tossed my passport at him. After about 70 pointless questions he finally let me go. God dammit are those really necessary? (Don't answer that)
I darted over to where my luggage was and grabbed it and rushed over to the car where the paps swarmed me. I couldn't see anything over the flashes of their cameras.
Max ran over to me and guided me to our black escalade. He opened my door for me.
I ordered him to gun it to SickKids.
Please be okay, Please be okay. I'll be there soon baby, just PLEASE God make sure that she holds out until then.
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Never Forget You
FanfictionDemi Lovato lives the life of any regular famous star. Until she meets twelve-year-old Alena, a spunky little girl and cancer warrior. She and Demi become fast friends and Demi helps her through a lot. But Demi later realizes that Alena has helped h...
