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"You told me you would never leave." I whispered.

"And I never will. I will always be with you."

"You only have a 3% chance of making it off that table, a 66% of making it through recovery. You have a 1% chance of making it through all of that, and even then it's only for a few more months. Dad told me so!"

"A few more months with you is all I want."

"I don't want you to go."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

My mother was wheeled away, never to be seen alive again.

That day I stayed in the hospital for hours, I knew this could be my fate.

I could die in a hospital, on a bed.

My mother was a gardener, flowers around our house are proof of that.

Hours passed, hours turned into days, which turned to weeks, then months, then years.

And still here I am alive, on a school bus.

A girl motioned to her ears, looking at me.

I removed my ear buds. Then looked up at the girl.

She had dark brown, straight hair. Her eyes matched. She had a baby face.

"Can I sit here?" She asked pointing to the seat next to me.

I scooted over, giving her room.

"I'm Ariella." She said.

"Fern." I whispered back.

"I am Dakota!" A girl yelled from the back of the bus.

And that's how it started, kindergarten, on the bus.

We learned how to ride bikes together, how to write, how to do math, how to get a boyfriend and most importantly, how to grow up. They even helped me through my aunt's death, my uncle's death, three of my cousin's deaths and now my father's.

"Get your butt up!" Ariella yelled at Dakota.

"I am sleeping!" Dakota yelled back.

"Yea! That's the problem!"

"How have I known you guys for 17 years yet you still fight!" I yelled at them from the bathroom.

"I give up!" Ariella shouted running into the bathroom, her curled hair bounced.

I peeked our the door to see Dakota's light brown hair all tangled. Her blue eyes opened with rage.

Ariella wore a short black dress, with black tights and her black heals.

I wore the same thing other then my dress had elbow length sleeves.

My dark brown hair was tied back into a bow.

Within thirty minutes Dakota got dressed.

And within an hour we were at the funeral.

"Ready for this?" Ariella asked me parking the car.

"I don't know if I'll ever be." I said honestly.

"Uh guys look to your right." Dakota said.

We all did to see three guys leaning on their car, guns in belt.

"Uh Fern have you called your dad since he died?"

"No."

"Drive!" Dakota screamed at Ariella, alerting the men.

The men quickly got into their car.

Ariella slammed on the gas, turning out of the parking lot.

"They are shooting at the tires!" Dakota yelled.

I flipped the sun visor down and scan my hand in the mirror area, turning in into my system.

"Take a left...... now!" I screamed at Ariella.

The car jerked left

"Take the next alley to get to the Marina. I am texting Max now." I said texting Max, my cousin.

The car jerked right, hitting a few trash cans.

"Hello? Dad, I need you to go to the airport and book the next flight to anywhere you can." I said into my phone.

"Sweetie is everything ok?" He asked but I hung up and crushed my phone with my heel.

"Um Fern, we are about to drive into water." Ariella said to me.

"Do it, I trust him."

"Wait really?"

"Naw hacked the system should be here in a few seconds."

She sped up sending the car flying off the deck.

The tires landed in the water but soon fell on the ship, the car behind us sped to a stop, and held up a gun.

"He shoots us we die." I said noticing it is a grenade gun.

"I got it." Dakota says leaning out the window and shooting both his hands.

Oh and I forgot to mention, we are the most wanted criminals.

"Damn CIA." Dakota said.

"The FIU also sucks." The foreign investigation unit. Ariella added.

"So our cover as normal college students didn't work." Dakota said.