I tiptoed around my house, making sure not to make any noise. It was one in the morning, and if I was caught, I would get another smack across the face. No, my parents don't abuse me. I just don't listen, and they get angry, just like every other parent would. I made my way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, to get out the milk. I took out a glass and poured myself some. I took little sips, because if I chugged it all down, it would come right back out. I took my last sip, and set the cup in the sink, and turned the water on, only a trickle. I rinsed out the glass and put it in the dishwasher. I tiptoed back to my room, and looked out the window. I took a deep breath and gave a slight smile, thinking about tomorrow. I want to go back outside, and play. "Ryan will be here tomorrow!", I thought as I felt my face get hot, and I laid in my bed, clutching my little hands onto the soft quilt. I played with a strand of my long strawberry blond hair, and drifted into a deep sleep. ---------------------- "...ami!! Miami!!" I heard a deep loud voice calling my name, and I opened my eyes ever so slightly. "D-Daddy?", I squeaked. "Yes, it's me. Now, get up and change before Ryan gets here.", he said as he gave me a warm smile. I jumped out of bed and pulled out a little red sundress, and ten sandals. I brushed my hair, and braided it down my back. I put a little flower in my hair, and I ran outside. I sat on my porch and waited. I tapped my feet on the concrete step and hummed a little song. I watched the cars pass by and looked for Ryan's white van. He didn't drive it, of course. He's only 12. And I'm 11. I waited for about another hour, and I finally went back inside. My mother was sitting on the couch weeping. "Mom? Are you okay?", I worried. "Miami... Ryan is your best friend, right?", she asked. "Yes...." "Well pray for him and his grandfather..... They got in an accident."
".... They got in a car accident." I swear I felt my heart stop. Ryan, my best friend, got in a car accident. "Is he... Okay?", I asked choking back tears. "I'm not sure, Mimi... I got a call from his grandma. She was driving behind them when it happened." I sat next to my mother on the couch and started crying into her shoulder. I cried for about 25 minutes, and then I ran out of tears. My mother laid me down and she got up and went outside to garden. My father was at work, and it was only me and my older sister, Maryland, but we all call her Mary. I walked down the hall to her room, and knocked on her door. Of course, she was watching Sweeney Todd. Not a surprise. "Mary, do you know about Ryan?" "No, what happened?", she questioned as she pushed a strand of her brown, curly, messy hair out of her eyes. "Him and his grandpa got into a car accident...", I squeaked. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. "I hope he's alright...", she frowned. "I do too....",it hurt my heart just to think about it. I sat on her bed with her, and we watched the movie together. Blood and violence doesn't scare me. About 10 minutes later, my mother came bursting through the door, crying again. "Mum?!", Mary yelled. "Girls, Ryan is okay... But his grandfather isn't..." I felt happy, but then I felt sad again. "Y-You mean he's dead?", Mary said quietly. "No... Just very injured...", my mother breathed. I started to cry again and said,"Right now, all we can do is Pray..." ---------- Short. I know. But I'm in a bad mood right now... Hope you liked.