The first thing I see on my phone in the morning is a text from Ethan. "Emily, I have been in a car accident I have been hit by a car. But I don't want you to worry about me, I'll be fine." I reread the text. Ethan. Has. Been. In. A. Car. Accident. Those words. Wow. I'd thought I'd never hear them. I quickly run downstairs. "MOM. MOM. WE NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL!" I yell. "Why?" She asks me. "ETHAN GOT HIT BY A CAR!" I yell. My mom doesn't know. Me and Ethan have been dating for a while. Yes, we are only 13 years old. But I don't care. "No." She says.
She doesn't understand. Tomorrow my family is going on a trip to Puerto Rico for my dad's job, without me. And if I have no one to drive me, I will probably never see him. He is my boyfriend, if he dies, it will break my heart. I would kill myself. I look at her. I run back upstairs. I circle around my room. What do I do? What do I do? I think to myself. The next morning. I walk outside. It is Sunday morning, and my family is leaving for Puerto Rico at 2:00pm. It is 9:30. They have to go. If they don't, my dad won't be able to pay for the house, his car, we will be homeless. I think to myself. Leading my feet, I walk towards the street. I get to the sidewalk, and I turn. I walk for a while. Stomping down my sidewalk, I think. What if he is already gone?.... I turn, I sit down, on the street. Facing into the sun, I wait. I see a car come around the corner. It is the only way to see him It is coming towards me. Honk....honk....honk....I love you Ethan....screeeeeech......black.
