Lizzey fell to the floor and faced a mior. The last thing she ever saw was the dark red blood come out of her chest and gather into a puddle where she was lying at. Within twenty minutes, her mother was worried because Lizzey hadn't returned home to pick up Taylor.

She called her phone multiple times and still nothing. Finally called 911.
"Hello, nine one one, what's your emergency?"
"Hello, I am Krisey, and my eight teen year old daughter hasn't returned home yet to pick up her baby."
"Okay. And your daughters first name is?"
"Lizzey."
"Do you have any idea where she could be? Maybe her home."
"I'm not sure. But she lives at 456 N. Newton street."
"Okay. Give us just a couple minutes and I will call you back when we find her. Okay ma'am?"
"Okay."
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Short I know, sorry. Don't worry it gets waayy better I SWEAR!:)