Up until recently I was very active in living the “typical High school girl” life. I lived for the trouble, scoldings, punishments, sneaking out, and staying up late with my friends. With senior year approaching rapidly, I realized that life was more than parties and friends. My grades reflected my lack of effort the first three years of highschool but I really worked hard to score high on the ACT.
On the top floor of my fathers apartment complex I could hear the city roaring. Saturday night lights and the fun had just begun without me. Staring directly out of my bedroom window I could see the never ending stream of pedestrians hopping on and off the bus. There was a constant flow of passengers on the CTA. If I wanted to, I could sit and watch that bus stop all day and feel entertained. In my mind, people are interesting to watch; facial expressions, tones of voice and the speed of their walk was all very compelling to me. At this particular hour, the sun had just begun to recede behind the clouds and the moon crept into the sky. People streamed on and off of the bus constantly. After the bus pulled off the curb, a few people lingered at the stop. One guy with smooth caramel skin and curly hair, tapped non-stop on his phone. Standing slightly behind him were two guys both wearing baggy jeans and huddling together. They appeared to be whispering about something. I thought nothing of it and replied to a text.
Suddenly I hear a loud shout and snapped my head up to look out the window. One boy was sprinting down the street glancing behind him frequently.. It took the boy a couple of seconds to realize that he had been robbed. When he did comprehend what had happened he tried to sprint after the boy who’d robbed him, but before he could the other guy with baggy jeans pulled out a heavy glass bottle and hit him over the head with it. The boy groaned and collapsed to the ground. The boy with the baggy jeans checked over his shoulders a couple of times and took off sprinting to catch up with his friend.
I was stunned. I couldn't believe what I had witnessed. I quickly scrambled off of the window seat and slipped on a pair of shoes. With my phone in my hand, I raced down the stairs taking them two at a time. I flew across the street kneeling down at the boys side. Blood was trickling down his forehead and his breath was uneven and shaky. With one hand i lifted his head onto my lap and with the other, I dialed 911 and reported the accident telling them exactly what happened. At that moment the boys eyes began to flutter open and he looked dazed and confused. Staring up at me he croaked
“Am I in heaven?”. I burst into a nervous giggle and shook my head no.
“You’ve been hurt, I called the police and an ambulance should be on its way” I started nervously. The boy had mesmerizing hazel eyes that distracted my train of thought.
“You’re very beautiful” he said nonchalantly. I couldn’t help but laugh this time.
“”You were just in an accident and you’re complimenting me!” I replied incredulously. He began to laugh as well and then we were laughing together.
“When the ambulance arrives I want you to ride with me there”
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