Chapter 13
“We’re were you?” my mom asked. “What took you so long?” She was pissed.
“We decided to go to a movie. Sorry I got back so late.”
“Well, I guess that’s ok. I’ve gotta meeting to go to for work, be good, stay
home. No parties!”
“See ya.” She left. I was alone. Alone and scared. My body started shaking. I
couldn’t control it. The next thing I remember was waking up on the floor. It was raining
now. 10:02 the clock said. My mom had left at 7:45. Had I been asleep that long? Was
I asleep? What had happened? What was happening to me? Why was I having these
blackout/faint things? I felt fine though. What was with me? All I could think of was
Brian. “Must call, Brian!” I made my way to the cordless phone sitting on the TV tray
beside the couch. Slowly I punched in the numbers, one at a time. All I got was a busy
signal. I waited a few minutes in the silence, then hit redial. It started to ring.
“Hello?” Brian said.
“Brian?”
“Baby, is that you?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Your voice, what’s wrong with it?”
“I don’t know. The only thing I remember was shaking then waking up on the
floor. I don’t remember anything else. I’m scared Brian.”
“Is anyone with you?”
“If they were do you think I’d be calling you?”
“I’ll take that as a no. I’m going to come to your house tomorrow morning.
We’re going to the best hospital in the area. I don’t care how much it cost or anything. I
just want them to find out what’s wrong with ya, ok?”
“Yeah. What time?”
“Eight. Sharp. Be there.”
“Where else am I gonna be?”
“Hey, by the way, Pearlguy called me. He sent those songs over the internet to his
boss. The way he was talking, you guys have a record deal and an opening slot for us on
the next tour.”
“Really, that’s great! I think my mom’s coming home soon. I’d better go.”
“See ya.”
“See ya sweetheart.” I hung up and headed to bed down the hall. Our house was
one story so I didn’t have to crawl up any stairs. I barely got on my pajamas before
plopping into my bed and hearing the door open. ‘Just in time,’ I thought. I eyelids
closed and I fell to sleep.
I woke up at 6:58 that morning. My body was used to waking up at 7 for class
yet. Don’t you hate that? I got ready. I took a shower, brushed my teeth and hair, got
dressed, and ate breakfast. I love my cinnamon pop-tarts! I heard a honk in the driveway.
(My mom had to go to work at 6:30 that day). Eight o’clock exactly, but this clock was
fast, but who cares about that? I locked the door and hoped into the car.
“Hey baby,” he said.
“Hey sweetie.”
“Feeling better?”
“I feel great!”
“Mr. Pearlman called me.”
“What’d he say?”
“How would you guys like to make your own CD? You can also open for us on
the next tour. How cool is that?”
“That’s amazing! I know our old chorus teacher said I had a great voice, but I
didn’t think he meant it!”
“You’ll have to call the girls sometime. Right now we have more important things
to do.”
“When’s the next tour?”
“Next Friday. Pack your bags. We arranged it so we share the bus and each of
you girls stay with a guy in the hotels. I’ve got us in a joined room with Nick and Megan.
A.J. and Lia join rooms with Kevin and Amber. Howie and Amy don’t have a joined
room with anyone, but they share rooms.”
“I can’t wait! How am I going to tell my mom?”
“I never thought about that!”
“I’ll figure something out. Don’t worry about it. I’ve got an idea.”
“Ok. Good for you.” He started to speed up. I was glad he didn’t ask what my
idea was. I just planned to take off with them without saying anything to my mom or dad.
I would tell my aunt, but that would be it. She was the only one out of my family I
trusted. She would know I was making the right decision. She’d be the messenger. I
don’t know what I could do without her somedays.
We arrived at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. A lot of people I knew
went here when their condition was serious, that’s where me and Brian met. I could tell
Brian was worried about me.
“I’ve arranged an appointment for you with a very good doctor,” he said.
“Ok.” We walked into the building. Doctor, nurses, and family of patients were
pacing around franticly. I wasn’t even paying attention, so I ran right into Brian when we
stopped at the nurse’s desk.
“Down the hall then take a right. It’s the first room to your left,” I heard the voice
say. So, that’s where we went without saying a word. Then Brian went to the desk in
that room and said, “Sara Petersen is here.”
“Ok, thank you.” We waited about fifteen minutes while I paged through a year
old issure of Seventeen, which I had at home. “Sara Petersen,” the lady said. I stood up,
Brian followed. “Hello, how are you today?”
“I’m fine,” I said. “But Brian here thinks that something’s wrong.”
“Want to explain Brian?”
“She’s been fainting a lot, all in one or two hours time.”
“That’s strange.” She lead us to a small room at the end of the hallway. “The
doctor will be with you soon.” Brian was staring at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“Whatever.” I sat on the bleacher like bed. The paper crinked whenever I moved,
I hated that. The doctor then came in.
“Hello there. My name is Dr. Louisten,” he said. He seemed friendly enough.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hello,” said Brian.
“What seem to be the problem?”
Brian spoke before I could say anything. He said the exact same thing he had said
to the nurse. It was like he memorized what he was going to say.
“Well that’s not good now is it? We’re gonna run a few tests, then you can go
home, ok?”
“Fine with me,” I said. All he did was preform a regular check-up and took some
blood.
“Well, you can stay here,” he said. “We’ll have the results in about five hours, or
you can go home and we’ll call the results to you.”
“We’ll stay,” said Brian.
“Why can’t we just go home?”
“Because, I’m set out to find out what’s wrong with you. I’m not leaving till I find
out, this, this thing that you have.”
“We can leave and do some shopping and come back, can’t we?”
“I spose.”
“Come back in about five hours, kids. Don’t worry about being here exactly then.
It can take longer a lot of times.”
“Let’s go, Brian. Thank you, sir.”
“No problem.” We walked out of the office and out of the clinic.
When we reached the parked car I said, “What is with you today?”
“What’s with me?”
“Your so grumpy today. Where’s the Brian I love.”
“I’m just worried.”
“About what?”
Cont.
Chapter 14
