It was a few days before school started, and I was happily sleeping away the hours, not worrying about a thing. My door was open a crack, and my subconscience struggled to wake me up, for I heard noises from the living room. My eyelashes fluttered as I focused on the small amount of light seeping into my room. I hear, "Please...Please, come pick us up...we are at [my home address]..."
Instantly, my brain was put into full panic mode as I sat up in my bed. One thought was coarsing through my head right as my feet landed on the floor and I started running: Dad, it's Dad.
Pause right there. To understand this bit, you have to know something. My dad has Crohn's disease, and there have been a few times in the past where we had to rush him to the hospital when he was in a bad condition. That is what was running through my mind. Okay, go.
I ran, trying to stay silent, into the living room, where I skidded to a halt. Two strangers were standing in my living room. I blinked my sleepy eyes, thinking that it might be a family member I do know, but I didn't recognize them. I could only stand there, stunned.
One was wrapping up a conversation on the phone, obviously having called a friend for help. She limped to a folding chair that was set out. They were both trembling.
Finally comeing out of my shocked state to look around, I glanced out the window, and there my Dad was, yelling at the dog to quite barking. I went weak with relief.
Awake enough now to be self conscience, I looked down at my pajamas. My hair was unruly, I was barefoot, and I was staring at these poor people, who I learned later had gotten into a car crash.
My dad came into the house and said to the shaken ladies, "The dog is free!" They chuckled weakly.
Dad came over to me, muttering, "Shelby, it's okay, go back to bed." I threw my arms around him and hugged him as tight as I could.
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