Chpt.4

Once I got to the football field I saw a player getting put onto a stretcher to go into the ambulance.

Oh no. Please don't let it be Blitze. I then herd the coach say,

"How are we going to win the game without her?"

Her. Blitze is the only girl football player in the school. I needed to get into the ambulance with her so I could find out what was wrong.

Maybe she will recnize me more as a friend. I thought to myself. I quickly took off my wig, glasses and trench coat and put them into my bag. I ran up to the stretcher and tried to sound as worried as possible.

"Blitze! Blitze! Tell me doctors will Blitze be alright?" I asked in a panicked voice.

"Are you one of her friends?" one of the doctors asked.

"Yes we knew each other since kindergarten." I truthfully answered.

"Then you can hop in the back and keep her company. We don't know what's wrong with her." replied the doctor. That made me more nervous. (It's obviously not good when the doctor has no clue what's wrong with his patient.) When I was alone with Blitze in the back of the ambulance, she was franticly moving and kept mumbling something over and over. I got closer to hear what she was saying.

"Help! Get it away from me! Get it away from me! Help!" she was franticly tossing back and forth.

I have herd Blitze say that before. When was it? I listened to her when she repeated the sentence when it hit me.

Blitze, Woo, Crayola, and I were walking back from the park when we were nine. Blitze had a toy football with her and yelled to Woo,

"Hey! Go long!" When she threw the football woo, being a wimp, ducked and it landed in old man McGuire's yard. All of us stopped and gasped. Rumor had it that whoever went on old man McGuire's yard would disappear forever.

"Woo get my football." commanded Blitze.

"No way, you've herd the rumors." woo replied.

"Fine! I'm not afraid of some old guys yard." Blitze laughed. We watched as Blitze strode gallantly up to her football and held it up in the air once she got it. Suddenly a giant black rotwiler came and tackled Blitze to the ground.

"Help! Get it away from me! Get it away from me! Help!" Blitze shouted. It turned out that the dog only wanted the football and old man McGuire turned out to be a pretty nice guy and apologized about his dog. Blitze claimed that she wasn't scared but after the dog tackled her she had trouble going near dogs and she had dark bags under her eyes from poor sleep after the dog jumped on her. She dismissed it as nothing. Even though I figured it frightened her.

"Don't worry Blitze there is no dog on you." I said calmly but Blitze was still breathing franticly.

"Blitze don't you remember? He only wanted your football." still she was tossing and turning. She seemed not to hear me.

"Don't worry Blitze. I'll find out who did this to you."