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Suicidal (Chapter 2)

Suicidal (Chapter 2)

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Published by Charlene Taylor
PLEASE COMMENT!!!Most of you have already read my first chapter of Scuicidal, if you havent i suggest that you do so that you can understand what is going on in this chapter. in this chapter, there is a surprise that i am not going to tell you. YOU WILL HAVE TO READ AND FIND OUT WHAT IT IS!!!
PLEASE COMMENT!!!Most of you have already read my first chapter of Scuicidal, if you havent i suggest that you do so that you can understand what is going on in this chapter. in this chapter, there is a surprise that i am not going to tell you. YOU WILL HAVE TO READ AND FIND OUT WHAT IT IS!!!

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Chapter 2 / Emergency! 
“Those girls are up to no good.” Michael momsays. “You ain’t kidding.” Michael murmurs. “They alwayspick on people,” I say, “I don’t see why they do it in thefirst place.” I finish. “They do it because they’re jealous.They just feel bad about their own self.” Michael’s momsays. “Have you heard the saying: people who live in glasshouses shouldn’t throw stones?” his mom asks. “No. No Ihaven’t.” I say full of thought. “Well, what does it meanto you?” she says. “It means that if you’re living in a glasshouse, and you throw stones, then you will knock one of your windows clean open!” I say. “That’s not thee rightanswer.” She says. “Then what is it Ms. Neil?” I askthinking that I am right. “The saying means that if youdon’t look that appealing, or if you live in a glass house,then you shouldn’t talk about other people, or youshouldn’t throw stones because it just makes you feelbetter. That isn’t right.” Ms. Neil says. “Oh! That makesperfect sense! I am going to remember that!” I sayexcitedly.
People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.
 
The words run around in my head. I think aboutthis for a moment. I am going to tell Charade when shepicks on me tomorrow.
Maybe not 
.Now you knowthat I don’t want to go home Mike. Just one more hour,and I’ll be gone. Promise. I just don’t want to go home
 
right now.” I say. “But P, it’s getting dark out.” He says.“But I really don’t want to go to my cruel house. Just 30more minutes, PLEASE!” I whine. “Okay. Fine, but after30 minutes, you’re out of here. You know how my mom is.”He replies.“Well come on! Let’s go upstairs and play your wiigame before time gets away from us!” I say headed upthe stairs. When I reach the top of the upstairs hallway,I notice that Michael didn’t follow me. “Hey, Mike, Isanyone there?” I joke running down the stairs.To my surprise I find Michael lying on the floorgasping for breath. “Michael!” I scream as I kneel downover him. “In—in—inhaler!” he manages to get out. “Oh!Your inhaler!” I scream. I run upstairs to his mom’s room.“Ms. Neil! Michael’s having an asthma attack!” Isay out of breath. “Oh my God! My baby!” she screams jumping out of her bed, and reaching for her cell phone.“911. What’s your emergency?” said theoperator. “My son!” Ms. Neil screams. “Calm down honey,what about your son?” the operator says calmly. “My sonis having an asthma attack! We need an ambulance! Ouraddress is. 3227 Maple Dr.! Hurry up!” Ms. Neil saysfranticly. “Okay ma’am, help is on the way.” says theoperator.Ms. Neil rushes down the stairs intothe kitchen, and I follow. She looks into the drawer bythe stove, and grabs the inhaler. Then she runs into theliving room, and puts the inhaler into Michael’s mouth.“Ambulance! Did anyone call for anambulance?” someone says. Ms. Neil rushes to the door
 
and opens it. There are the paramedics with a mini bed.They rush into the house and place Michael on themedical bed.Once we are in the truck, Michaellooks at me. “You okay?” I say rubbing his hair. I noticethat his hair has grown longer since three days ago.“Yeah, I think.” He replies. His voice kind of sketchy.“Hey baby, everything is gonna be just fine.” says Ms.Neil. She also rubs his hair.~~~~~^^^****^^^~~~~~When weget to the hospital, they rush Michael inside. Ms. Neil andI follow. “Um, ma’am, you can’t come in unless you are ofthe age of 14” says one of the doctors. “I am over theage of 14, I’m 15.” I say. “I’m his mother!” Ms. Neilreplies. Wellokay. Come in.When Iget into the room, the doctors are giving him shots.Michael has on an air mask. You know the one that isclear, and you put it on your mouth and nose? I figured you would know what I am talking about.Is it dangerous to have an asthma attack? Can it kill you? It probably can because it can be fatal. Although, Ido have sympathy for Michael. I wonder what having anasthma attack feels like. Does it hurt your chest?“Is my baby okay doctor?” ms. Neil says in a worriedvoice. “He’s going to be okay. Just a little asthma attack.—just joking.” says the doctor. “We don’t have time to be joking around, and acting immature. We just have time tohelp my son!” Ms. Neil says sharply. “Okay, ma’am. Wellfirst, your son needs a new inhaler. You might want to goto your best pediatrician to see what pharmacy to go to.

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