I worry a lot. Like, just when my mom walks into the grocery store for two seconds I start freaking out because what if there's someone robbing the store and they shoot her? And when someone's late for something I start freaking out because what if they crashed?

If you don't give me enough information then my wild imagination will instantly start filling in the gaps.

Anyway, yesterday at school my math teacher walked into class and told me to start getting ready to leave because my mom just called and she was picking me up to take care of my little brother while she took my little sister to the hospital emergency room because she got hurt skiing. That's the only information I got.

So I start worrying. Like, really worrying. I had a nightmare of my little sister dying once, it was not fun. And last weekend a lady up at the mountain died while she was skiing and I couldn't stop thinking about that.

Turns out my little sister just twisted her right knee really bad, so she's alive. But I worry wwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy too much. D: