My Book I Wrote In School

Chapter 3

THE PROMISE

I called 911 immediately. I heard the automated voice, “Press 1 for emergency. Press 2 for accident…….”  “Fuck the American Security System”, I cursed in my mind. I called the local hospital and told them to rush to 32, Al-Khuwair, California.

He was admitted to the Seattle Grace Hospital, room no. 72. I rushed to the hospital in my latest 1761 Toyota Corolla. I touched the high speed of 5km/hr! I reached the hospital and rushed up 5 flights of stairs only to see the elevator at my side. I took the elevator for the next one floor. I saw him there weary and depressed on the hospital bed.

“How you feelin dude?” I asked. “I feel like a fuckin dickhead, all coz of darsaitel”, replied Zack, not too amused. “Dude, I’m so sorry, you know I didn’t want this to happen”, I said. “Yo fuckface, I think I’m gonna die if I don’t get some action soon.” Zack said. “Hey fatass sleep on that fat bed and hope that you don’t die.

Meanwhile, I’m gonna do everything I can to get you some new stuff before you die”, I said, pausing for the effect…….. “Everything”