The Life Of Ashley Carmona

written by Autumn Sullivan

Ashley Carmona is 16 yrs old, and she has a secret. She can turn into a wolf. She struggles to hide this from her parents and siblings.

Last Updated

05/31/21

Chapters

7

Reads

576

#3) The Emergency

Chapter 5

I sat down at the back of the bus. My phone chimed. I looked down at my phone, and it was from Dad. 'At Downtown Hospital, family emergency, get there now.' It read. "Um, bus driver!" I yelled. The bus screeched to a halt. "Sorry, family emergency, Downtown Hospital!" I said, breathing heavily. I jumped off the bus, out into the hot sidewalk. I cut through a field, on the way to the Hospital. I felt fur grow over my skin, my hands and feet turn to paws, and my nose turn into a snout. I ran, howling. Some people might think that's overdramatic, but, when it's someone in your family you're trying to hide a huge secret from, the emotions are overwhelming. I felt the fur under my eyes turn damp, and wiped at it with a rough paw. I continued running, going behind buildings until I reached Downtown Hospital. 'Oh crap.' I thought. 'I can't let them see me like this!' I transformed to a human, and wiped my tears. I pushed through the revolving door, and walked up to a receptionist wearing all pink and orange, making her seem radioactive. She looked at me smugly. "Ashley Carmona. I'm with my parents, Julia and Donovan." I said. "Room 132." She said, picking at some chipped hot pink nail polish. I walked through several halls, til' I reached Room 132. I walked in, seeing my little sister, Daisy, on a hospital bed. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed, rushing up to her bed. Mom and Dad's eyes were coated with a thick layer of sadness. Somehow, Angel knew what was going on, and was bawling wildly. "She's... well, she's p-parlyzed." Mom said, beginning to bawl, just like Angel (like mother, like daughter) Tears began to well in my eyes, and I felt myself start to turn. "I-I'm sorry, I just gotta go..." I said, rushing out of the room. I ran with superhuman speed down the halls, and before I knew it, I sped past the radioactive receptionist. I ran around outside for a few minutes, before settling down under a cast-iron park bench, whimpering quietly.

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