So, I hope you like it! It's kinda depressing, kinda. Well, you'll see. I took some advice for formatting from some reviews. Thank you, you know who you are:]
Sonny POV
Crying. Letting out emotions. Emotions you didn't even think you felt. They always say it's better to express them
instead of holding them in. So i cried. I cried for my sister and how she was probably gone. I cried out of anger
of how the hospital peoples wouldn't tell us if she was alive. And I cried out of confusion, not knowing what was
happening.
So i just lay here crying in my room, until. ring ring.
"hello?" i ask, forgetting to read the caller ID.
"Hi sweety" I heard my mom's say. I could immediatly tell something was not right.
"What's wrong?" I said urgently
"I got you a plane ticket home, I thought you might want to be here for the, um. funeral." And with that we both
started sobbing on the phone. Allie was gone. She was only 21 and she was gone! All because she wanted to visit her
sister on her 17 birthday. I mean there's nothing special about a 17th birthday, it's just 17 woopdiedoo. But that
shows so much about my sister, what she would do for you. She'd go to the ends of the earth to save me, even to get
me a birthday surprise. And now she's gone.
After sobbing for awhile on the phone I asked a question,
"When's the ticket for?" I said knowing that I had to ask.
"Tomarow at 7, flight 24. You should have gotten them on your email."
sure enough I looked at my phone and there it was.
"Any, um, details?" I asked.
"Oh sweety, I wish i knew, I really do." she answered.
After a few more questions about the flight and all we said our goodbye's. And before we went to bed that night I said
my goodbyes to Allie. My sister. My best friend. My therapist sometimes. But most of my, my hero. Allie Mae Monroe
was my hero. And I never got to tell her.
So, not as much channy stuff, well really no Channy stuff. But it had to be done. please review!!!!!!!