We stared at each other, we were the same in personality, yet we were so different. One was a carbon copy, the one everyone wanted to be like, the other was a broken image. I guess my month began like any other, it began with a Monday. I woke up, got dressed. I ran downstairs to eat some breakfast. As I was waiting for my mom, I passed by the hallway mirror, and staring back at me was her. She had a small face with big eyes that were the color of pale blue sky, and on some days would seem cloudy. Her hair was a dark brown. Though you couldn't tell from a mirror, she was on the smaller side of the height spectrum. "Lea!" My mom practically screams, her voice seemed to break the thought I was in, she shoved her way passed me in her sleep pants and oversized T-shirt, with her bag and keys in her hands. "You look fine let's go, or you will be late for the first time.”
I got into my mom's car and put my seatbelt on. My phone dinged with a text from I assumed was from my friend Emma.
It happened again.
That one simple message made my heart feel like it was running a marathon.
Are you okay!? When she replied I was nervous as I looked at the text, silently willing my mother to drive faster.
I think so, I’m scared.
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“It’s Emma mom, we need to get to the hospital.” and with that my mom and me drove off trying to get to the hospital. I approached the hospital bed, afraid of what I might see. There she was, lying so still you would have thought she was. Her dirty blond hair that used to shine was now dull and brittle looking, she seemed to be all skin and bones. It appeared like she was calm and peaceful, even happy. I moved towards the open seat and reached to grab her hand, which was hooked to an IV. I felt that with one hard grip her hand would break like a piece of glass. I heard someone approaching behind me, but i remained focused on
I got into my mom's car and put my seatbelt on. My phone dinged with a text from I assumed was from my friend Emma.
It happened again.
That one simple message made my heart feel like it was running a marathon.
Are you okay!? When she replied I was nervous as I looked at the text, silently willing my mother to drive faster.
I think so, I’m scared.
We will be there in a couple minutes meet …show more content…
“It’s Emma mom, we need to get to the hospital.” and with that my mom and me drove off trying to get to the hospital. I approached the hospital bed, afraid of what I might see. There she was, lying so still you would have thought she was. Her dirty blond hair that used to shine was now dull and brittle looking, she seemed to be all skin and bones. It appeared like she was calm and peaceful, even happy. I moved towards the open seat and reached to grab her hand, which was hooked to an IV. I felt that with one hard grip her hand would break like a piece of glass. I heard someone approaching behind me, but i remained focused on