So, the next day at school, I had a lot of explaining to do. I had to tell Chase why I was sick, tell Sofie why I hadn't been texting her about Saturday, to hang out. Plus, tell Mr. Kunter why/how I got sick on such short notice. So, I deceided to talk to Sofie first. She would hopefully be the most understanding. But, when I got to school, I was looking for Sofie but couldn't find her. Soon after I gave up looking for Sofie and sat down on a bench, Chase found me. He was soooooo sweet, he brought me a get well soon card. Awwwww, he was the best. I wondered if he thought I was his girlfriend???? :):):):):):):):):):) Just then, the bell rang Chase got up and hurrily said goodbye. I guess he was in a hurry this morning, he was already in the building before I could even say bye. He was probably worried about the science test 2nd period.
When I got to my first period class, Sofie still wasn't there. Where is she? I wondered. She usually wasn't late. Mmaybe she is sick, I hope she didn't get it from me. Wait, I never really was sick, what am I saying??? Anyway, after about 3 minuets of worrying, the daily anouncements over the intercom came on. Mr. Saylor's, our superintendent's, voice told us all about sports activites, fundraisers, and upcoming events. Mr. Saylor's voice was very rough, and scratchy through the intercom. I kind of always ignored the anouncements, there was never really anything that I needed to know. But, this morning, something Mr. Saylor said caught my attention. "As some of you might heard, our school buses picking up the students from Eastern Los Angeles got into a little accident. A semi- truck driver was not being careful while driving, and saw something blurr past his rearview mirror. He then swerved to not hit whatever he saw, but then crashed into our school bus. Thankfully, only a few students were injured. No one died. Please keep these students in your mind today as they recover some injuries." Whispers flew around my classroom, nobody knew what to do.
Suddenly, a voice from the front of the room, which I soon found out was Miss Dylans', said, "Please students, be quiet." Her voice sounded worried, almost like she had been crying. Mr. Saylor cleared his throat, and began to say names, "Nick Weston, with a sprained wrist. Maria Rotlyn with some bruised ribs." He said a couple more, and a few kids often sighed sadly, deceided not to listen any more, and a few kids started sobbing. It was all very depressing listening to all of our peers and friends being injured. Then, Mr. Saylor shed a single tear, and said, "There was one student who was seriously injured and has been brought to the emergency room,
