The Call of Young Death

The Call of Young Death

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"We need to go. You can come back and get it later." She rushes me out the door and to the office that was in the same carpeted hallway. Lockers line each wall and there are even some in the middle. No one is in the halls because it is halfway through the period. We scramble around the lockers and exit out of the other end. I feel like puking when I reach the office door. But when I open it my mom stands there, her face pale and just the thought of her in mental pain kills me. Finally the nurse lets go of my arm. My mom runs over and gives me a hug. "We have to go to the hospital now." The speed she is talking at scares me, so I quickly do what the nurse did and grab her arm. "Mom! What is going on?!" I scream and make the secretary jump. "Your dad..." She stops talking and tears fill her eyes.
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