Boy's POV.
The next day...
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I rushed into homeroom, looking madly around for Margo.
"Hey! Hey!" I pulled Martha's shoulder, whipping her around, "Do you know where Margo is?!" Martha laughed,
"You didn't hear?" I shook my head. Martha smirked,
"The brat tried chugging some bleach, she's in the hospital getting her stomach pumped."
"She should've tried harder." One of her friends said from behind her, Martha smirked at me, and turned to her friend, laughing. I glared at her and ran out the room,
"Mr. Peters!" The teacher called from behind me, "Where...?" I wasn't listening anymore, nothing mattered anymore, but Margo.
I ran into the school's parking lot, and threw myself into my old, red, Chevy. There was only one hospital in the town, so I'm assuming she's going to be there.
I probably broke at least three laws in the short 15 minute drive to the hospital.
One~ Not stopping when a police tells to.
Two~ Running a red light.
Three~ Speeding.
Oops.
I ran another red light, only 5 minutes until the hospital.
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Crash!
All black.
Where did all this darkness come from?
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