Dylan sprawled out on her bed. She sighed with happiness as she touched her cheek where Jake had kissed her. "I think I'm in love," Dylan said.
"In love with whom?" Dylan's new maid Hannah asked as she passed the doorway.
Hannah had a pale face and brown hair with dark brown highlights. She was short and plump. Hannah had to be at least 17 years old.
"Oh, just this totally gorge boy that I met today." She smiled.
"That's wonderful!" Hannah exclaimed.
Suddenly, Dylan's phone began to ring.
"Ugh, I have a call waiting." Dylan said, glancing at the door and then at Hannah.
"Oh, yes of course. Go ahead. I'll be downstairs if you need me." The maid muttered. She made her way out the door, gently closing it behind her.
"Hello?" Dylan asked in her sweet, sweet voice.
"Hello. Is this Dylan Marvil?" A deep male voice asked.
"Er, yes it is. Who's calling?" Dylan said.
"This is Frank Berstien with the Princess Margaret Hospital in the Bahamas. A drunk driver slammed into your mother's car this morning at approximately 12:32 AM. Your mother is in critical condition. She has suffered major injuries with her feet, and back. She has also suffered minor injuries with her head."
Dylan dropped the phone.
"Eh, no. NO! This can't be happening!" Dylan shrieked.
"Hello? Ms. Marvil?" Frank asked repeatedly on the other side of the phone.
"Yes, yes. I'm here." Dylan said, picking up the phone, and gripping it tightly. Her hands became slippery and hot as she struggled to keep from crying. But before she could hear anything else, the world around her became black, and she fell to the floor.