My eyes grew heavy. Just thirty more minutes of science class, I thought. You can do this, Rachel.
"Miss Roberts, what is the answer?" my teacher Ms. Amber asked.
"I'm sorry, what?" I asked.
I heard giggles and snickers around the room. Ms. Amber frowned. "What is the answer, Miss Roberts?" she asked again.
I was speechless. My mouth was open, as if to say words, but nothing came out. "The answer?" she repeated. She had an impatient look on her face.
The speakers saved me. "Ms. Amber, please let Rachel Roberts go to the front desk. Her dad is here to pick her up."
"Miss Roberts, please pack up and go," Ms. Amber replied.
I nodded and grabbed my backpack and left. Sweat dripped down my forehead. "Oh no," I said under my breath. "This isn't good."
As I got to the front desk, I saw my dad standing there with a weird look on his face. "Hi Rachel," he replied.
"Hey, dad," I replied.
"Bye, Rachel," Mrs. Alison replied, waving.
My dad was silent the entire time. I thought he was taking me home. No. He was taking me to the hospital. Matt. My older brother. "Dad, how's Matt doing?" I asked, my heart pounding.
My dad was quiet for a minute than replied, "Sweetie, the doctors have done everything they can," he replied. "They don't think he's going to make it."
Hot tears spilled out from my eyes. We've been in this situation before. Matt was near-death a bunch of times before. He could make it, like the times he had before. He was. I knew he was.
When we got into the hospital, my dad suggested that we buy Matt a gift from the gift shop. I picked out a fluffy stuffed animal that was a pig. My mom always read farm books with pigs to Matt.