I was studying in the restaurant with my best friends, Shayla Banks, Jade Jones and Sarah Sidilee. We were discussing how to find the square root of pi. Shayla is my very best friend. We've been friends since kindergarten. We're both in 9th grade but we both learn 12th grade material. So do Jade and Sarah. "So, Shay. How is Justin??" Sarah asked, gushing. Shayla had just turned on her cell phone, and her background was a picture of her and her boyfriend Justin. Sarah is such a romantic. She loves everything about romance. Jade is the crazily bubbly one, and Shayla is just so sweet. No wonder she has the cutest boyfriend. Justin is in 11th grade.Sarah is dating Mateo, a fairly good looking boy in our grade. Jade is dating Trey, a really good looking boy. But to me, the best looking boy is my boyfriend, Devonta. He's in 12th grade. He is perfect, and we're coming up on three months! I can't wait. We were discussing boys and such when we heard a loud crash outside the restaurant. We bolted up and saw that there was a really bad crash. But what surprised me most was who was in it.

It was Daddy. He was wedged in the drivers seat of the most damaged car. He looked to be unconscious. I ran inside and called for Nanafua. Then I remembered that she had gone out with friends tonight. Crap. As I run past the table that we were seated in, I snatched my phone and first called 911, but then Nanafua.

"I'm on my way." Spoke her urgent voice. I hung up and shut off my phone. I sat down on a bench outside of the shop. I shivered in the cold, but I hardly noticed. I was crying and biting my nails. I jumped when I felt human heat on my right. Then on my left. I looked up through the waterworks that was my tears. I saw a slightly blurry Sarah, Shayla and Jade. We group hugged. By the time the police got there, we were all bawling. They got Daddy on stretcher and sped him off to the hospital in an ambulance. Nanafua got there shortly after the ambulance left. She fell into my outstretched arms and began to sob.

We got to the hospital and waited for hours and hours on end. It seemed as though time was an illusion, each second seemed to be an hour. A doctor finally came out. He held a clipboard. His eyes looked hopeless, his face crushed.

"Good news and bad news. Bad news first. He may d-"
He was cut off by a loud scream that he had to run off and attend to. I hope Daddy's okay.

I keep making B really really sad things happen tonight. I don't know why. Oh well. Goodnight!