"Gracie, who are you going to pick?" He whispered, looking at the ground.
"I really don't know." I said looking at the ground too.
Stop.
Rewind. I'll tell you my story from the beginning, just so you'll understand.
1 year earlier…
"Gracie May, dinnertime baby!" My mother yelled from downstairs. My name's Gracie May Belle Roland. No my middle name is not May Belle. My first name is Gracie May. Anyway, I ran downstairs because we were having my favorite dinner; pizza! See every Friday, we have pizza. Here I'll tell you a little bit about me first. I have shoulder length blond hair, light blue eyes that look gray. I'm sixteen years old and I'm 5'4. I'm shy, quiet, I love reading, writing, and drawing. And best thing…I'm an only child.
I was really close to my mom, but my dad left us a year ago, but I don't miss him. He used to hit my mom and me, and he finally just left us. After we finished eating our pizza, we started watching our favorite movie, 'She's the Man.' I fell asleep in the middle, I always fall asleep in movies. When I woke up, I found a note on the refrigerator. It said, 'Gracie May, I went shopping. Be back by noon. Love Mom.'
Soon it was six pm; she still wasn't home. I started getting really nervous, the phone rang and I answered it before the first ring could end.
"Hello?" I said.
"Is this Gracie May Roland?" A lady's voice questioned.
"Yes."
"I'm here at the St. Luke's hospital and there is a woman by the name of Rosalie Roland here. Is she your mother?"
"Yes. I'll be there in a little bit." I said.
"Ok." Beep. I grabbed a pair of my blue converse shoes and ran out the door as fast as I could. As soon as I got to the hospital I went up to the desk and the directed me into room 509. There was a doctor talking to a nurse when I walked in. "Are you Gracie May?"
"Yeah. What happened?" "A drunk driver smashed into the back of her car and flipped it over."
"Is she gonna be ok?"
"Gracie I.."
"Gracie May." I interrupted.
"Sorry, Gracie May, I don't want to scare you. But I really don't think your mother's going to pull through this. We've done all we can." He said looking me straight in the eyes. He and the nurse left the room and I grabbed a chair and put it by the side of the bed and said, "Mom? Mom, please don't die. I need you. I have no where else to go. I love you. I can't loose you. Not yet, I'm not ready. I'll never be ready."
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. The tears kept coming as I heard that and doctors and nurses ran in and pushed me out the door. About five minutes later the same doctor as earlier said, "Gracie May…she's gone." I ran out of that hospital as fast as I could, not looking back. I ran straight into my house into my mom's room and laid on her bed crying my eyes out. I ended up falling asleep, and waking up when the phone rang.