It was 2:00 am and my clock was beeping. Another busy day in Hoffoloff. I swung my legs out of bed and started my day with a little breakfast of eggs and toast before getting dressed for work. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a small nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. I simply brushed the feeling away.
Suddenly my phone rang in its annoying “Ring, ring!” song, that I can’t seem to change. I answered and found Tanya, my best friend, on the other end.
“I was going out to get my mail when I saw my neighbor, your mom, walk out of her house,” She says, practically panting. Dear Reader, in case you didn’t know Tanya lives next door to my mom. “She walked out across the street, opened her mailbox, took out her mail, then walked halfway across the street and got hit by a car. The car stopped when the driver realized what had happened. I think your mom is okay, but I’m not sure.”
I dropped the phone, flopped on my bed and began to cry. I looked at my clock and it was 2:30 in the morning. By this time, everyone on the tiny island should be awake, except for the newborns to three-year-olds, who wake up at 3:00.
I’m not sure how long I was lying there, but as soon as I found my strength and built up some courage, I picked up my phone, which I had carelessly dropped onto my bed, pushed down the receiver to get back a dial tone, then called my boss to tell her I wouldn’t be at work today.
The phone rang three times before Katy answered. “Hi, this is Katy, who am I speaking to?”
“Hi, this is Ela. I won’t be able to go to work today. I hope you understand.” With that I hung up, not giving her much explanation, and dropped the phone on my bed before getting dressed to go and visit my mom.
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