Rom-com

Anne

Of all times to get faults, the taxi chose today.

I slipped out of the back seat, threw cash to the driver, and sped off on foot.

As I dashed on the sidewalk of the busy road, I could hear Pamela’s voice in my head, yelling my name. I remember my heart sinking into my stomach at the urgency in her voice. I’d thought something might have happened to Makayla or Joan, but when she told me, the news was grave all the same.

Earlier that day, I woke up to a gnawing pain in my belly, which got worse as the day progressed. I informed mum, and she took me to our gynecologist immediately. I didn’t charge my phone the previous day, after Joan played games with it, running down my battery, so my phone died on our way to the hospital.

I got tired of running real quick, screeched to a stop, and bent over with my hands on my upper knees to catch my breath. My breathing came in gasps and pants as if my lungs were about to explode. The blistering sun scorched my skin, making me sweat profusel