The Elevator

My mom... She's in the hospital

Today everything was more relaxed and seemed to me to be rolling slowly. Everything it said tormented me, I felt that he had just revealed to me worries I had in a shameless way without giving me a sign before. I couldn't take it anymore, I asked the coach to go to the bathroom.

I had to read this book even if for a few lines. I took off the tooth brushing paraphernalia and touched the < thing > on the sides of the sink.I washed my teeth and read it, it was a masterpiece. Sudden pain in my mouth, I spit, blood.

I had brushed my teeth with such momentum that my gums bled. I had to get out of here. I took care of everything and went out.

Gymnast: Come on, you're a little late, and I'd say you're lost on the road.

I smiled with a sealed mouth, my lips rubbed into my overworked gums, I unconsciously  flinched, and returned to my seat.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I couldn't wait to go home and read. I'm almost excited to run the route. Orpheus has to do the same because he's right next to me.

Erica: What's going on?

Orpheus: Today we're supposed to go out as a family, I shouldn't be late.

With the discretion that characterizes him, he avoided asking me the same question and changed sidewalk. As he's first in the building, I have to wait for the elevator to come down to me again. I jump in and see Orpheus delirious again.

Orpheus: I'm late, I'm too late...

He's running out of the building. Why he is so nervous, what is going to happen if he was ten minutes late, his family is waiting for him, not the royal family of England. I sit comfortably and leave myself in the hands of the fire arrows and the thing.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------And that's it. No, it can't, it shouldn't have been 20 minutes since I started. It's not possible, I want more. I desperately look at the last page as if I'm waiting for it to multiply and redeem me with its presence.

It's empty with <έ> written on it; a gentleman gets in the elevator; strange he usually comes in at ten.

Erica: I'm sorry, sir, what time is it?

Sir: Ten and a quarter.

Erica: Thank you!

That's incredible, I thought it was about something to nine. I'm going to bed, I have to be fresh tomorrow for my little mission.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I can finally sleep freely! By 10:30, I hadn't woken up, which means a full 12 hours. When I open my eyelids, I'm perfectly happy and rested. Yes, today's the perfect day!I'm leaving to go to my father's house, if he's gone, I'm going to take a bath and use the washing machine.

I walked down the hall and then I heard the screams. Someone's crying heartbreakingly, where does it come from ? Nadia's house, without thinking too much, I ring their bell straight. Mr. Jason opens it for me.

Erica: Hi...

Nadia piles on my hands, cries inconsolable.

Nadia : Erica, my mom... She's in the hospital.

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Kristiana Palli