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That monday I woke up, pulled my self out of bed, after listening to my mother yell at me for 15 minutes and went to the bus stop.  As usual I sat by myself at the bus stop, while everyone was chatting with friends. On the bus I had to sit next to a girl I didnt know, becuase all other seats were taken. Pretty simple morning.

It was 4th period, and Health was in the auxiliary gym that day becuase some work was being done on our normal room in the Gym & Pool building.  The auxiliary gym is connected to the main building by a tunnel that runs under the street. Every once in a while though, I decide to take the street. There was a small mob of kids waiting to cross at the light, I stood as far away as Courtney and her friends as possible. Ofcourse Blake and his friends were talking to her group.  Those sluts. Okay, they arnt all sluts, I guess I'm just jealous. I admit it! I am so jealous.  The light hadent changed, but there were no cars, so Courtney & Blakes groups startes crossing. Ofcourse, we arent aloud to do this, but there was no teacher there to stop them.  Courtney stopped in the middle of the road, and I stood there frowning at her as she adjusted her stripped, knee high socks.  At the same time I felt like an idiot, becuase I was the only one who had not crossed. Excuse me, but I value safety and I am not stupid, therefor I do NOT cross when I shouldnt. Everyone had stopped after they realized she was no longer with the group. They shouted at her with annoyed voices, to hurry.  She yelled back, fixing her next sock.  The light changed. The white walking person glowed at me. But I was distracted.

 I happened to look away form Courtney, moslty because everything about her made me feel horrible. That lucky bastard gets everything she wants. Anywho...I saw a old Chevy speeding North down Nevada. She was in the middle of the cross walk at Boulder. Boulder runs East to West, so Nevada and Boulder crossed. A glass bottle flew out of the driver seat's window, shattering on the street. I immediately knew it was a liquor bottle. At first I was confused, two seconds later I was shocked. The truck swerved, nearly hitting the cars waiting for the light in the lane next to him.  He was turning! On to Boulder! Courtney! I ran.  I ran without thinking.  It wouldnt matter if it were Courtney out there, or my sister.  Sure Courtney was mean, horrible, a bitch.  But to let her be hit by a car, when I could (i hoped) prevent it? I don't hate her that much. I immediately dropped my backpack, that was resting on my left shoulder.  She was rising from her crouched position, taking a step foward. Her friends had noticed me, and the truck.  Warning screams echoed in my ears, I saw as Courtney turned to face the oncoming truck. Horror consumed her, and she froze. This all was happening within seconds.

I jumped. I had to, there was no way I would have made it without doing so.  I was still far from her. Yes, it was a small street, but I had only ran a few steps. This was all happening so quick. It wasn't a dive. Imagine someone running on TV, and then have it pause where both feet are off the ground. That was me, but higher in the air. I soared, arms and hands out in front of me, Courtney made a move to get out of the way. There was no way she could have made it, if it werent for me. As my right foot landed on the pavment, my hands pushed her, my weight falling into the push. Then, pain. I coudnt tell you what happened, all I know is that a force hit my side, my head hit something, then I was in the air.  Then, boom! I hit hard, solid ground. I wanted to die, to atleast pass out. But I didn't. There was so much pain I couldnt tell where it was coming from. Everything hurt. I can't possibly explain the feeling I had. There are no words for that experiance. My vision blurred at first, then everything came in clear. The sky, I saw the sky. Then a face. Who? I starred. I would have thought I was dead, if I weren't in so much pain. Blake. Blake was there, his face covered in worry. He was saying something. My name, It was my name. I didn't know what to think, I couldnt consentrate. There was ringing in my ears. Was I even breathing? No, oh my god, I wasn't breathing.  I took in a gulp of air, and started to breath weakly. I was dizzy, so dizzy. It hurt, it all hurt.

"Good, good!" said a voice, "breathe okay, breathe." It was a teacher. I knew that voice. Mr. Powell, the counciler. I had vistited him yesterday, about changing my schedule. He knows my mother becuase they used to work together, so I knew him before school. There was screaming. Every where there was screaming. Then lights.  Lights means, Ambulance which means, help, that means, good. I slowly pieced that together. What was going on, what happened. Peramedic's rushed to my side. I starred at them, but my eyes went staight through them. They werent there in my mind. All that filled my mind was what had happened. I tried so hard, to focus, to remember, to think. I was in pain, why? A car! A car, no a truck, a truck hit me. Why? Courtney! I pushed COurtney. NO! I saved her, and got hit! NO! I started shaking my head, silently whispering no. I fainlty heard the peramedics telling me to stop.

I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe it! I SAVED COURTNEY MINSON! THE ONE PERSON I HATE MOST! And now, my body is mingled and destroyed. I'm in unbearable pain. FOR HER! COURTNEY! How could I possibly be so STUPID! How? NO! NO! NO! I was crying now, shaking my head more, moaning no after no. The peramedics ordered me to stop, but I was lost. Anger filled me. I wanted to scream, to kick, to bite. Then I stopped. I had done a good thing. I saved her, I did good. That calmed me down. Mr. Powell I whispered, unheard. I tunrned my head, although my neck was braced. They were now lifting me. I rose a arm, and grabbed for anything, something. To my relief I had got hold of Mr.Powell's shirt.

"My Parents" I cried quietly. He nodded, tears in his eyes. There was really no need to tell him, I knew he would call them. With one last glance behind me, I made eye contact with a crying Courtney. Fright filled her face as I looked at her, and she looked away quickly. Then, I saw Blake. He was standing there, fidgiting with his sleeves. He didn't brake away from my eyes. He starred back at me, with worried eyes. As did every other student there.  The doors shut, and we were off. My vision blurred, and then It went black. The last thing I heard was the echoing voice of a peramedic.

"Zoey, Zoey! Stay with me." But I couldn't.

SORRY FOR MISPELLED WORDS, AND GRAMMAR MISTAKES.