There, but not

I raced my dirty blue mountain bike to the town park. As usual, Kyle was by my side trying to keep up. Out of breath, he asked, "Want to race back to your house?" I was too busy to answer, I was watching a little girl, about five, maybe six, flying a kite. it flew out of reach from the young girl into traffic. Where it crumbled into pieces under a semi-truck. I came out of my trance and stared at Kyle. He knew why I was swelling up with tears.

A year or two ago my mom died. She died of cancer in her blood. I remember holding her hand when she closed her eyes with tears. The big-screen showing her heart rate, beeped and beeped loudly until the nurses strangled me out the door. The last words she said to me were, "I'm always with you."

"How about we just get some ice cream," Kyle said. I nodded in agreement.

Kyle has been my best friend since second grade. He has always been there for me when times are hard. We spend time probably every day, at least. He lives about one block away from me. We always went on adventures, sometimes scary or fun. When my mom died, Kyle was there for me. He gave me a place to stay while my dad grieved.

We rode to Sunnyside Ice cream Parlor. This shop had the best ice cream of all time. Or that's my opinion. Kyle gave high-fives to all the workers and said, "Two ice cream cones, with mint chocolate chip and moose tracks." He always knew what I like. I thanked him for paying, but he said not at all, anything for my best friend. He ushered me over to an empty table across from three other girls. Then it shook me, that is Claire.

Claire used to be our best friend. However, she found some cooler friends from school to hang out with, because she thinks all we do is go on "crazy" adventures. I was sad at first because she left us, but I soon got over it.

Kyle saw her too and practically shoved me to another table. "Why is Claire here?" asked Kyle. "Well, it is a..." I was going to say public place, but Kyle cut me off. "No, I mean, she never liked this place." "Yea, true. Maybe her "cooler" friends made her come here?" "I'll go ask her!" Kyle said. I yelled stop, but he ran over there anyways. I couldn't make out what Kyle was saying, but instantly knew it was about me. They all stared at me. "Kyle, why? Why?" I thought. I hid behind the napkin holder, hoping I would turn invisible. Hoping I could go back in time. Hoping my mom is here.

Kyle came over with a weird expression on his face and said, "She said she has always loved this place and says were delusional." "What? Why?" I asked. "I don't know, Emily." We ate our ice cream cones in silence, until Kyle spoke up, "Let's go home." We jumped onto our bikes and rode down the highway. We were halfway to our houses when I heard a familiar voice. I turned to see a young woman maybe in her 30's across the street. She wore a white gown with splotches of dirt on it. Her hair was a complete mess and her expression was sad and drowsy, but still held a small smile. This was my mom. "Emily!" She called. "Mom?" I asked getting off my bike. Kyle shot me a look. "I'm not your Mom." He said. "No," I said. "My mom is on the other side of the road." "Emily...Your Mom isn't here." Kyle said hesitantly. I knew he didn't believe me. Mom still stood there staring at me. She pulled her hands off her side and motioned me to come. I knew it. She was there. I ran across the highway not caring about the cars passing by. I heard Kyle scream, "Emily! No!" I turned around halfway to my mom. I was going to say I'm ok, but I heard a honk of a truck. Coming straight towards me. I couldn't move a muscle. Like my legs were planted into the ground. Suddenly a force shoved me out of the way. I blacked out.

When you have a nightmare, it's scary, but it's supposed to be over when you wake up. But this nightmare was true. The distance sirens woke up from my deep slumber. My head was pounding like someone was banging a hammer over again, against it. I sat up, which took all my strength, to see what was going on. My vision was blurry, but I could make out a white and red truck. That must be an ambulance. I decided to go back to sleep and let the ambulance take me. Soon enough, it did and I found myself in a hospital bed. The room was dark, so it must be night. I lay back down and stared at the ceiling, thinking about the past events that just occurred. Did my Mom almost kill me? Who shoved me? Was it Kyle? This question lingered in my mind till morning. I woke from the light that seeped through the space around the curtain. I noticed my dad sleeping on the couch beside me. Another bed was across from me. Two people, who must be parents, on each side of the bed were weeping. A boy lay there unconsciously. Kyle! I jumped out of bed, almost tripping on my hospital gown, and ran to him. His parents ran to me first and strangled me in a hug with sobs. They kept on saying they were sorry. "Sorry for what?" I asked. Though the answer never came. I sneaked out of their grasp and ran to Kyle. His mom and dad were still crying behind. Kyle's face was pale as a ghost. He looked the way my mom did when she died. I realized. No! No! I cried. Kyle was dead...........

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