By Natalia Chickensworth, Isabella Cole, and Jemma Taylor
You look over at your best friend. It’s math class, and her head is leaning against the wall. She has been sick for a year now, and today she is the worst she’s gotten. You can tell she’s struggling to even read her worksheet, much less stand up. You lean over to her and whisper in her ear.
“Miranda, you have to. Today’s the day.”
Miranda looks up at you with her wet eyes.She gives you a small nod. You’re surprised she didn’t protest like usual. So you tiptoe up to the teacher’s desk and ask for permission to take Miranda to the nurse’s office. The teacher looked relieved as she told you the answer you had been wanting to hear. You have both known about Miranda’s condition. Poor her. Her parents aren’t very nice to her, and they force her to go to school. They don’t care about health.
You run back over to Miranda and heave her up. She wraps her arm around your shoulder to keep from falling. She would have crutches, but she isn’t strong enough to hold them up. So you both trudge over to the nurse’s office. You drop her off. You still didn’t feel okay just leaving her there. You wanted to stay, but the nurse insists that you didn’t miss class. You know that everything is going to be okay, but something just doesn’t feel right. You have that sinking feeling in your stomach. You’ve always been worried about Miranda, but not like today. No, you think to yourself. It’s not her I’m worried about. But who else is there to worry about? Your parents are safe and at home, you just called them before math class started. Why does something feel so wrong? You walk with caution back to class, looking in despair at the floor.
While you were heading back to your class, when you heard something. A bang. But then the sound after was painful to hear. A shriek. Miranda’s shriek.
It was the first time you heard something coming from Miranda’s mouth since before the disease had come over her. But you knew it was her’s. You would never forget that sound. It was the same sound that she had made when she got her ears pierced two years ago, when you and Miranda were at the age of ten.
You weren’t exactly sure what to do. So you went inside the office.
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