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took so long, but I'm doing my best. Tell me what you think, I really want
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Randa stood outside the room, the numbers on it blaring down at her. She wondered how she had let herself be talked into doing this. It was only a few weeks ago when her life was perfect; she was popular, singing in a band, and in love. Now nothing was what it was before. Recent news of Danny's "situation" had fluttered around school, which put a damper on her popularity and seeing Danny's face was too much to bare so she had no choice, but to leave the band. Randa figured she wasn't thinking clearly or else she would have stood away and looked up to see if her companion was feeling the same.
Dave stood there, dumbfounded, unsure of what to do next. He tried to turn the knob, but his mind was unable to comprehend. After receiving news from a kind, mysterious soul of Lizzie being taken to the hospital, Dave knew he had to see her and straighten everything out. He had planned exactly what he would say and how he would act, but as he tried again to reach for the knob, his mind went blank. He had asked, more like begged, Randa to join him for a little support because he wouldn't let his new friends learn of his past. It seemed that Randa wouldn't be any help for him now, as she glared with evil towards him.
"What?" Dave asked confused. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"I can't believe I let you talk me into coming here, here to the hospital to see...HER!" Randa turned away disgusted.
"Talked YOU into coming here. Oh please! I could never talk you into anything, even when we were friends." At first he turned away from her, but then looked straight into her eyes. "Face it, you WANTED to come here!"
Randa cursed at him under her breath, so he couldn't here. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction to know that Dave had gotten her upset.
Just then the hospital door swung open to reveal a very worried Matt. He didn't even notice Randa and Dave standing there; he merely rushed past them, down the hall, and out of sight. Randa and Dave stood there in awe looking down the hall, towards the direction Matt had run.
"Miranda? Gordo?" They both turned their attention to the hospital room, once again, unsure of what was to happen next.
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Matt ran past the exit of the hospital and towards the parking lot. He prayed it wasn't too late. After running up and down the aisles, he finally saw the olive green Ford, and ran as fast as he could towards it.
After recovering his breath he shouted, "DAD...wait!"
The driver side's window went up before Matt could reach it and the sound of the engine came on. Matt rushed to the window and knocked on it, but the window remained tightly shut. Matt banged harder now, but still received no response. He was about to give up and retrieve to the hospital when the engine shut off. The window still remained closed, but Matt knew this was the best he would get at the moment.
"Dad," Matt spoke soft at first, but then became more confident, "You can't just do what you just did." Then he's voice became angry and harsh, "Lizzie is lying up there, in the hospital, and you treat her like dirt. Yes, she's pregnant. Yes, she made a mistake, but that doesn't give you the right to treat her that way." There was still no motion from the inside of the car as Matt spoke again. "Don't pretend like you don't hear me, or that you did nothing wrong. You just said you didn't have a daughter, when in fact you do and she's lying up there crying her eyes out. And she's not crying because she's pregnant, right now she could care less about that in fact, she's up there, with a broken heart caused by her own father. She hates herself so much right now only for one reason, because you're hurting. I know it's hard to deal with, but when you said that to Lizzie in her condition, I lost so much respect for you. You're supposed to be her father, but up there, just before, you were..."
Just then the car engine came on and the car backed up from the parking space, fast. The screeching of the tires into the paved parking lot, cut Matt's angry tone off, and he shook his head at the car in the distance. As he walked back into the hospital he couldn't help, but wonder, if he had gotten through to his father, had any effect, or just made everything worse.
ANOTHER NOTE: Ok, tell me what you think. Sorry that its so short.
Randa stood outside the room, the numbers on it blaring down at her. She wondered how she had let herself be talked into doing this. It was only a few weeks ago when her life was perfect; she was popular, singing in a band, and in love. Now nothing was what it was before. Recent news of Danny's "situation" had fluttered around school, which put a damper on her popularity and seeing Danny's face was too much to bare so she had no choice, but to leave the band. Randa figured she wasn't thinking clearly or else she would have stood away and looked up to see if her companion was feeling the same.
Dave stood there, dumbfounded, unsure of what to do next. He tried to turn the knob, but his mind was unable to comprehend. After receiving news from a kind, mysterious soul of Lizzie being taken to the hospital, Dave knew he had to see her and straighten everything out. He had planned exactly what he would say and how he would act, but as he tried again to reach for the knob, his mind went blank. He had asked, more like begged, Randa to join him for a little support because he wouldn't let his new friends learn of his past. It seemed that Randa wouldn't be any help for him now, as she glared with evil towards him.
"What?" Dave asked confused. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"I can't believe I let you talk me into coming here, here to the hospital to see...HER!" Randa turned away disgusted.
"Talked YOU into coming here. Oh please! I could never talk you into anything, even when we were friends." At first he turned away from her, but then looked straight into her eyes. "Face it, you WANTED to come here!"
Randa cursed at him under her breath, so he couldn't here. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction to know that Dave had gotten her upset.
Just then the hospital door swung open to reveal a very worried Matt. He didn't even notice Randa and Dave standing there; he merely rushed past them, down the hall, and out of sight. Randa and Dave stood there in awe looking down the hall, towards the direction Matt had run.
"Miranda? Gordo?" They both turned their attention to the hospital room, once again, unsure of what was to happen next.
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Matt ran past the exit of the hospital and towards the parking lot. He prayed it wasn't too late. After running up and down the aisles, he finally saw the olive green Ford, and ran as fast as he could towards it.
After recovering his breath he shouted, "DAD...wait!"
The driver side's window went up before Matt could reach it and the sound of the engine came on. Matt rushed to the window and knocked on it, but the window remained tightly shut. Matt banged harder now, but still received no response. He was about to give up and retrieve to the hospital when the engine shut off. The window still remained closed, but Matt knew this was the best he would get at the moment.
"Dad," Matt spoke soft at first, but then became more confident, "You can't just do what you just did." Then he's voice became angry and harsh, "Lizzie is lying up there, in the hospital, and you treat her like dirt. Yes, she's pregnant. Yes, she made a mistake, but that doesn't give you the right to treat her that way." There was still no motion from the inside of the car as Matt spoke again. "Don't pretend like you don't hear me, or that you did nothing wrong. You just said you didn't have a daughter, when in fact you do and she's lying up there crying her eyes out. And she's not crying because she's pregnant, right now she could care less about that in fact, she's up there, with a broken heart caused by her own father. She hates herself so much right now only for one reason, because you're hurting. I know it's hard to deal with, but when you said that to Lizzie in her condition, I lost so much respect for you. You're supposed to be her father, but up there, just before, you were..."
Just then the car engine came on and the car backed up from the parking space, fast. The screeching of the tires into the paved parking lot, cut Matt's angry tone off, and he shook his head at the car in the distance. As he walked back into the hospital he couldn't help, but wonder, if he had gotten through to his father, had any effect, or just made everything worse.
ANOTHER NOTE: Ok, tell me what you think. Sorry that its so short.
