What is going on? He likes me? What
about all those times we fought like kindergarteners? Why has
everything changed in such an unexpected way? I
was to busy questioning myself to realize he still had my hand. He
looked into my light gray eyes and just stared with his sparkling
goldish brown eyes with a hint of green. I feel like I got lost in
them, trying to find a way out, but failing. “I'm sorry.”He says.
“It was wrong of me to say all those mean things about you without
meeting you. I got expelled so we could go to the same school, and I
could get to know you better. Because I know you have a nice side
Evalina. I know you do, I just need to find it. But this isn't all on
me. You have to make the effort to make a friendship work; maybe even
a relationship,” He ends his sentence with kissing my hand and
walking away, and I stand there, looking like an idiot.
It's
the end of the day, and I meet Mrs. Prin in her office. She doesn't
even look at me. She gets up slowly, flattens her skirt, and pushes
in her chair. “Lets go,” She says, still not looking at me. It
was a very silent car ride home. I could feel how the tension was
rising every second. When suddenly, she pulls over the car. “Why
did you do it, Evalina? Why?” She said, angry. “He made me mad!
But I didn't even swear!” I yelled, but that is probably the worst
thing I could have done. “I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DID OR DIDN'T DO!
YOU ARE GOING TO BE PUNISHED FOR IT!” She says as she reaches for
the glove compartment. What is she getting?
Then I see it, it glistens off the sunlight. It is a blur at first,
but then I see what it is. I don't see what it is until the last
second, so I have no time to hide, duck, anything. BOOM! A silver
bullet comes targeting at me, breaking the air that stands between
the bullet, and me.
Debris
and blood splattered all over what used to be Mrs. Prin's car. As the
shooting happened, an 18 wheel truck came toward us and smashed the
car. I wake up, 6 days later. They thought I had died. I was shot in
the stomach. I had what seems like miles and miles of gauze on my
thin stomach. I was put in ICU so they could monitor me
24/7 so if I woke up, they could come. They told me Mrs. Prin had
died. But, I don't remember who Mrs. Prin is. They seem surprised,
like I am supposed to know her. They start naming off names like
Kathy Stow, apparently shes my mom. And Kyle Stow, apparently my dad.
They asked a couple other names that I didn't remember. Then they
asked who I was. I didn't know. “This is serious.” One of the
doctors said to the other and I was rushed to scanning room. After
the scan, they say one more name, in hopes I may remember. “What
about, Davy Trainer?” The young doctor asked me. But he sounded
like he had no hope. But the crazy thing is, is I remember him.
“Yes,” I reply, weakly, because I am having trouble talking.
“What is going on??” One doctor said. “How does she remember
that?” Another said.
2
hours after all that, I got signed into a room where I will stay
until I retain some memory and when my wound heals. But when we start
going by an emergency entrance on our way to my room, I hear an
ambulance, and the doctors and nurses leave me to go help the
paramedics. “Who is it?” The receptionist asks “Davy Trainer.”
A paramedic reply’s.
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