Always expect the unexpected by Saga Karitas 9U My life was written down, every little detail was desided. My mom and dad would move to Manhattan right after. I would go to college in California. My sister was gonna get married to a rich man and the dog had puppy‘s in her belly, dear little mama Tooth Fairy. I drove to school, it was the week before graduation my head was on fire, I had a big pimple on my forhead and my ear broke as I just turned on it. My mom told me I was sick. But how can it be. I did so well on eating healthy, exersising and get well dressed so I wouldn‘t get cold. Than my mom stopped me from going to school. She stood in front of the door with her hand out pointing at me. I got mad and ran up the stairs. There where gonna be two tests in the week and I would probobly not be able to take them. I slamed the door in my moms face as she was saying „sorry, you are sick darling“. I‘m just way to mad to listen to that bullshit. I knew that if I was sick today I would be sick tomorrow. After for days of pointless trowing up. We desided to go to the doctors. My heart rased, I was afraid. My doctor just told me that I had a bad sickness, I wouldn‘t be able to finish high school. „But what about all the plans“ I said to my mom. „Always expect the unexpected“ she said to me and than hugged me. Months past and I was still very sick, I always thought about what my mom said. I lay down in my bed, I put my jacket on the other side of the chair. I slide my hand through my hair and feel how thin and weak it has gotten. I feel the tears coming out of my eyes. „I don‘t wanna be sick anymore!“ I yelled. Mom came running in my room and saw my face turning green, than I fell down instantly on the floor. I woke up in a few hours that felt like a few minutes. I was in a hospital bed. The tears came again. I thought about how there comes a time in every human life where they are close to death. I felt so close though the doctor said that I wasn‘t going to die. My hair was thin, my eyes were red and my skin was wait and sometimes green. I asked my self „why doo I have to go through all of this of no one gets nothing from it?“. That question was always on the top of my head but only that question never had an answear. The hospital bed was kind off cosy, I had my own TV and alot of privacy, or maybe just after mom and dad started working again than I‘m sometimes alone at the hospital but that‘s fine it‘s better to start living my life just in case it‘s going to end soon. As I was watching some colorful show about rabbits on channel 5 I heard a scream. But it was diffrent from all the other scream that I hear everyday, it was more of an „I‘m here“ than a „I don‘t want to be here“. I ran out my room just to see if someones there and I saw some doctors moving a man in a hurry down the hall. The man had been shot, but it wasn‘t a man it was a 19 year old boy. I felt so sad, I just looked at everything happening so fast, every doctor every one of them helped and ran everywhere, the yelled at each other and tried to save him.
The morning after, I couldn‘t stand and look at the doctors with that boy for long, I got too scared. The nurses got me breakfest and my mom had clearly been here as I was a sleep, everything was too clean and I had three roughs on me. After I finished the food I walked down in the hallway. Asked about the boy that had been shot and came here yesterday. They had no clue about who it is, but they are still trying to find out. I found a name for him and it was „Robin Hood“. The name came from his story, I had just talked to that boy and he told me that when he was shot he was helping his family. They didn‘t have any food. So when he was trying to get some he found a gun pushed at his back. They threatned him for a while but then they pulled the trigger. He had never felt like this, he saw the light after the shot was in his bones, but it was only an angel that came to rasque him. I listened to his stories again and again. I sat with him in the hospital room and listened. „I think I would want to help children that need help in Africa or something like that when I grow up“ I said to him and I think it‘s true, my point of view on life was completly diffrent now. That man never found his family again, he never knew how his old life, his last memory was when a man pointed a gun at him. His new life was good. At the hospital we spoke for days. He got out way before me and he was completly fine and healthy. I was still a little bit sick when I got out but I got out healthy and happy with my life. Me and Robin went on our first real date and after that we fell in love. We bought a beautiful house in Africa and tried to help the children. Offcourse we had some of our own as well. The main goal was for us to be happy and for us to find the way of life and that goal was reached. „Always expect the unexpected“ I understood it now. I had never met Robin if I hadn‘t gotten sick. I‘m not happy to have gotten sick it‘s just so diffrent from what I had planned. In a good way my life was diffrent and I lived happily.