Creative Writing

 “Excuse me. I’m looking for Elizabeth Franklin,” Virginia said somewhat frantically as she approached the nurse’s station in the emergency room.  “And you are?” the nurse questioned as she twisted her dark red hair.  “Jane. You know me. We had homeroom together!”...

The blue and red lights flashed through the window and the front door opened.  “We’re in here!” Virginia yelled as she kneeled next to Ms. Franklin.   “Ma’am, are you okay? What happened?” his voice was unfamiliar.  Thank goodness they’re here, but who’s this guy?”...