Meeting Jacob

Meeting Jacob

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Hey there its Michell. I know its been along time seens i wrote in here but its fine its just that my mom said we should move from California because there was to many hurricanes. I really didntbwant to move but we di. So we moved to Virginia. It was sad moving away from friends and my school. But we packed up and left. The next morning we were there. It.was beautiful. So i really wanted to go meet my neighbors but i didnt want to unpack at night i unpacked first and then went out. So i went to the house that was next to us and rung the door bell. It was a boy Jacob he lives right next to me. So i said hey iam new and your Jacob he said yep. And he said whats your name i said Michell and he said do u want to go to Chipotle and i said yes. At cipotle he asked me out, and i said yes. THE END
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It had been an hour since I had gotten the call that changed my life. It still hadn't hit completely hit me yet, probably because it was only 3 a.m. I wasn't crying like everyone was expecting me to be doing. I was just staring out of the window, watching the cars passing as we drove to the hospitial. "Where are we?" my six year old sister asked, finally waking up. "We're driving to the hospitial. You need to go back to sleep, Elizabeth," my dad told her. "Why are we going to the hospitial?" she asked. "Shawn was in a wreck," my mom said simply. "Arden's boyfriend Shawn?" she asked. "Yes," mom said. As the conversation between Elizabeth and my parents went on my breathing got faster and so did my heart. Now that I was hearing it being spoken to a six year old it seemed more real. But it couldn't be, I was going to wake up and everything was going to be fine. Shawn would fine. As we pulled into the hospital parking lot I was begging to wake up. I counted my fingers. 1. 2... 6. 7.. 10. I had ten fingers. I read somewhere that in dreams you have extra fingers. So this was real.

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