Once Jeremiah came in and met my mom, dad, brothers and grandma and took about a million pictures with me, we were finally able to leave my house and go to the dance.
Danae and Alex were supposed to be here already. I tried calling both their phones and neither one answered. I was starting to get worried.
I walked over to Jeremiah.
"Hey have you seen Alex or Danae?" I said uneasily.
"No but they are playing My Girl. Come on let's dance I'm sure they are fine." He said trying to pull me in to dance.
I pushed him off hastily.
"You don't understand. I can feel something isn't right." I said.
"Are you sure you didn't just drink some punch. It's loaded this year if you know what i mean" he said laughing.
"Jeremiah I'm serious, they aren't picking up their phones and nobody here has seen them. Something happened." I said getting emotional.
"They are probably in some supply closet ok quit tripping girl" he said
"Listen here you insensitive little punk ass negro. I need to find my best friend and her boyfriend. Either you help me or not" I was pissed!
"Hell No! I Wount Go! Hell No! I Wount Go!" He chanted
"Fuck You! I don't know..."
Just then I got a call from Danae's mom. I ran outside to answer.
"Mrs. Atkins?"
"Hi baby, Danae and Alex are at the hospital." She started emotionally. "Alex is alright but Danae is unconscious. They were in a very serious car crash."
"I... I'm... I'm on my way." I said though my tears.
I ran back inside to find Jeremiah. Unfortunately he drove me here and was the fastest way I could get to my sister.
"Jeremiah. Can you take me to the hospital" I said crying.
"What? Why?" All of a sudden he knew it was serious.
"Ok. Ok. Come on." He grabbed me by the hand and we walked towards the door
