This is the first part. This is Joy’s first journal.
Savana was at my house that day. It was not a good day. It didn’t help that this was going to be one of my last days with Savana before she left.
“I’ll go see what that is.” Savana offered.
I was glad. I didn’t really want to get up. Savana knew that, and she wouldn’t make me get up.
“Joy! Come quick!”
I jumped off the bed and ran into the kitchen, where Savana was. Mom had fallen off of a ladder or something, and was laying on the ground, not moving.
“What happened?” I whispered, not wanting to make too much noise.
“I don’t know. Maybe you’d better call 911.” I grabbed the phone off of the table and punched in the number. “My Mom fell and she is not moving. I don’t know, maybe a concussion. What should I do? You are sending an ambulance over? Okay. Yeah.” I gave them my address and told Savana.