Andrew sprinting toward the white and red building thinking about his best friend, all the memories they have together. Andrew feels as he he has a ball in his throat swelling up as he holds back tears. Andrew pushed the doors open and the cold and thick smell of cleanliness filled the air now.
"ANDREW!" A woman's voice exclaims.
" oh hello Mrs.Anderson, um how's Mitchell doing did you get to go in?"
"Yes I did. I can't sit there and see my little boy so hurt and in pain"
Andrews voice raises, "what happened to him?"
Mrs. Anderson: He was driving and is pancreas exploded and crashed into a streetlight, they had to do a emergency surgery.
Andrew: "W-what oh my god..."
Mrs Anderson: Andrew are you walking home? I'd hate to see another one of the kids get hurt let me drive you home."
Andrew: o-okay...
After mrs.anderson dropped off Andrew off he didn't say he was home, just silence he didn't eat dinner. Andrews mom began to worry was he going to go back to his old way?
