A week later..
I've been in Paris for a week straight and it's been good so far, except for being home sick at night.
I was getting ready to go to the mall with my new friend Stacey the one I live with.
"I'm ready" I scream so she could hear me
My phone rang with a call from Ethan
"Omg what do you want?" I ask with attitude
He was crying I could hear it "It's gray, he was in a car accident and he's in critical condition" he said
"I'm coming" I hung up and dropped everything in my hands
I ran out of the house to get to the emergency flight at the airport.
This can't be happening, I began to cry.