Too Late! PART 1

Oh! Those summer days. Always so exciting. Never tired of summer days, oh, never wanting them to end, oh! Jessie loved being out of third grade! "At last", she sighed lying on her mattress. She could never think of something better. Her sister, the same age, came into the room. Her name was Eva.

Oh, and don't forget the 2nd grade sister! Mia, was her name. And the prep boy, Gordan, and their mother was pregnat.

Heather Victorias's father went to war. She was closest to Eva. At Mondays in school, they would go buy ice cream at lunchtime. On Tuesdays at school, on recess, they would read books together in the library. On Wedsnday, they would do anything.
One day, Heather got a note that her father was stabbed and was in the hospital.
She had to go to the nurse. She was dying of shock. "No Heather!" said Eva, "Too soon, too soon."
I passed the nurse door with Cony and then we saw. "Oh my", sighed Cony as we went inside to watch Heather. Heather was dying and had to go with her father to the hospital. "She is already dead", I said, "SHE IS ALREADY DEAD ", I howled. Eva cried her tears. I ran with Eva. "Why am I going to 3rd Grade next year?" I asked myself as I followed the ambulance.

Cony and I were following the nurses and doctors to the room. Heather's long yellow hair was straight. She didn't move a muscle.
In fear, Cony and I saw them electrying her.

Eva was crying. Then we saw Heather's mom. She was with a worried face I ever saw. Heather started to breathe again. "Oh!" said Heathers mom, Mrs. Victorias.

Oh, summer days! I wanted them to end! Jessie sat on the couch pale and worried.

"Heather", Cony whispered. No answer. After one hour of trying to save Heather, her dad was better, and then he said, "Heather?"
"Dad", we heard a whisper.

"Heather?" asked Mrs. Victorias with hope. "Yes", whispered Heather.