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The faces all seemed to blur together as Emma was rushed into the hospital lobby. She tried to talk, but her throat seemed to be closing its walls. She whimpered and tried to call the only one person she wanted by her side. The only thing that came out of her dry throat was a sick croak.
Emma’s parents stood out to the side, out of the way of the paramedics, still in shock about what was happening. The stretcher Emma was lying on was being whisked through countless doors and hallways. The fluorescent light bulbs above her head seemed too bright and the voices too loud. Emma just wanted to go to sleep and be out of this excruciating pain.
Emma started quietly crying. She kept trying to yell, “Rick! RICK!” but nothing would come out of her swollen throat. The doctors all tried soothing Emma and telling her it would be okay. She wanted so badly to yell at them and tell them that they didn’t know and that it might not be okay. She wanted to tell them to tell Rick what she had been holding back from him for 2 months now. She wanted to skin them alive for not saving Kaylee. She sobbed to herself and wanted to slap herself in frustration for not being able to tell anyone what was wrong.

Emma awoke to the sound of hushed voices around her. She kept her eyes closed so she could listen to the doctor and her parent’s conversation. “I’m sorry Mr. and Mrs. Banks, but Emma’s cancer appears to be back. It really was looking good for her, but now…” his voice trailed off.
Emma’s mother led out a sob and Emma guessed her father was rubbing her shoulders and trying not to cry himself. Emma slightly opened her eyes and groaned, acting like she was just waking up. Her parents rushed to her side and asked her how she was feeling. She tried to talk and this time, succeeded. “Fine. Much better, actually. I just really want to talk to Rick.”
Emma’s parents seemed disappointed that Rick got to be the lucky person who received all of Emma’s attention and conversation. They shrugged and repeated, “Rick.” Then, “Yes, of course, Rick. We informed him about what happened, dear, and he said he would come as soon as he could,” her parents cooed to her.
Rick was Emma’s best friend. He was tall, athletic, muscular, smart, and everything else anyone could possibly want in a friend. But those were just the obvious things. There were things that Emma knew about Rick that no other person knew. He knew when to be serious, funny, perky, sad, and mad with Emma. He would quit whatever he was doing to be with Emma if she needed anything. His friends would always tease him that he cared for Emma like she was his girlfriend, and not just a friend, like he said she was. Emma smiled at the thought, and then pinched herself, remembering her promise to Kaylee. She shuddered and tried to get Kaylee out of her mind.
But everywhere she looked now, it was Kaylee’s beautiful face she saw. The thick, dark hair curled around her face, her teeth sparkling; white and shiny, her lipstick dark and red, everything about her just so gorgeous and perfect.
Emma had always wondered why Kaylee had chosen her to be her friend. Kaylee was perfectly beautiful and above normal, and, well, Emma wasn’t. Emma was tall and big. Not fat, but big-boned like her father. She had strawberry-blonde hair, not at all dark and mystical like Kaylee’s. She didn’t bother with make-up, which was another contrast between the two friends; Kaylee’s face was always perfectly made up to look sultry and sexy, while Emma just put a little chap stick on now and then.

im not done, this is just what i have done so far. am i a good writer? would u want to read more? please rate this so i can fix things and keep going?

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