My life has never been perfect, and I have never expected it to be. I was and still continue to be ready for obstacles and challenges. But never would I even imagine this. Never. Ever. Ever. I wouldn’t dream up something like this.
I was in my happy place – the balcony of my bedroom. There was only a single lawn chair, probably worth about a quarter at the Dollar Store, but the view was perfect. It was the place that I went to when I needed relaxation, and as a senior in high school, I went there almost every single day. Sometimes I would do homework up there; sometimes I would text my friends; but most of the time I just sat there and thought about life.
Anyway, I was in my happy place. The air was dry and cool, and there was an occasional light breeze that would flow through my long, light brunette hair. I was armed with my phone, and my bag. Don’t ask why I had my bag – I don’t know why. I usually didn’t bring it.
The phone rang. It was my mom. She and my twelve বছর old sister Rebecca were going to সুপারমার্কেট just down the street. I had heard sirens before, but I had not paid much attention – I live in a large house right off the main road, so hearing sirens was nothing new অথবা special to me, especially at six in the afternoon – rush hour.
When I answered the phone, there was a voice in the distance. I couldn’t make out words, and it wasn’t the voice I had come to know from my mom. It was a stranger. The sirens were louder than and I had ever heard before through the phone. The stranger I had heard must have picked up the phone, because she started to talk to me.
“Hello? Hello? Are আপনি there?” Her voice sounded paranoid and she had a raspy tone, as if she had been shrieking before.
“Yes,” I replied, gulping hard. I did not understand anything, but using my seventeen বছর old brain of mine, I pieced all of the puzzle together. Mom and Becci had gotten in an accident – a car accident. And a kind stranger had decided to notify us. Sweet of her, I guess.
“Hon,” the woman talked to me like I would talk to a five বছর old, “I believe I have the phone of Anna Faun, আপনি were saved in her contacts as her daughter, so I decided to call you.”
“Okay?” I still didn’t get it. I didn’t get the woman’s motive, and she wasn’t quick to get to her point either. Just tell me! Please! It’s killing me.
She began to hurry her words in so quickly it was as if seven words were meshed into one. “Darling, your mama was in an accident at the corner of 5th and 3rd, near Glendale Avenue, know where that is? Anna and another, a little one, I think about eleven অথবা twelve, were in a car and they got cut off দ্বারা an eighteen wheeler.”
I panicked. “Are they okay?!” I shouted as I rushed to open the front door of my room.
“There’s blood and cuts and bruises and neither are responding, that’s what the EMTs are saying. আপনি may want to come, hon…” her voice trickled off slowly, then all that could be heard was fear and sobs. I didn’t like the way it was sounding.
I was in my happy place – the balcony of my bedroom. There was only a single lawn chair, probably worth about a quarter at the Dollar Store, but the view was perfect. It was the place that I went to when I needed relaxation, and as a senior in high school, I went there almost every single day. Sometimes I would do homework up there; sometimes I would text my friends; but most of the time I just sat there and thought about life.
Anyway, I was in my happy place. The air was dry and cool, and there was an occasional light breeze that would flow through my long, light brunette hair. I was armed with my phone, and my bag. Don’t ask why I had my bag – I don’t know why. I usually didn’t bring it.
The phone rang. It was my mom. She and my twelve বছর old sister Rebecca were going to সুপারমার্কেট just down the street. I had heard sirens before, but I had not paid much attention – I live in a large house right off the main road, so hearing sirens was nothing new অথবা special to me, especially at six in the afternoon – rush hour.
When I answered the phone, there was a voice in the distance. I couldn’t make out words, and it wasn’t the voice I had come to know from my mom. It was a stranger. The sirens were louder than and I had ever heard before through the phone. The stranger I had heard must have picked up the phone, because she started to talk to me.
“Hello? Hello? Are আপনি there?” Her voice sounded paranoid and she had a raspy tone, as if she had been shrieking before.
“Yes,” I replied, gulping hard. I did not understand anything, but using my seventeen বছর old brain of mine, I pieced all of the puzzle together. Mom and Becci had gotten in an accident – a car accident. And a kind stranger had decided to notify us. Sweet of her, I guess.
“Hon,” the woman talked to me like I would talk to a five বছর old, “I believe I have the phone of Anna Faun, আপনি were saved in her contacts as her daughter, so I decided to call you.”
“Okay?” I still didn’t get it. I didn’t get the woman’s motive, and she wasn’t quick to get to her point either. Just tell me! Please! It’s killing me.
She began to hurry her words in so quickly it was as if seven words were meshed into one. “Darling, your mama was in an accident at the corner of 5th and 3rd, near Glendale Avenue, know where that is? Anna and another, a little one, I think about eleven অথবা twelve, were in a car and they got cut off দ্বারা an eighteen wheeler.”
I panicked. “Are they okay?!” I shouted as I rushed to open the front door of my room.
“There’s blood and cuts and bruises and neither are responding, that’s what the EMTs are saying. আপনি may want to come, hon…” her voice trickled off slowly, then all that could be heard was fear and sobs. I didn’t like the way it was sounding.
