Maybe I'll be a copy cat...

So okay. Everyone practically loves Christa's story (and if they don't, I will punch them in the face), and I want my blog to be just as interesting. So. What I'm going to put in here is the beginning to one of my two Understanding the Times finals. After the first little bit, I'll change it, because I don't necessarily want it to be about different world views. I really don't know where it's gonna go. But here's the first part.

“Steve... Steve, it’s Haley.”
“Haley, what’s wrong? Baby, you sound really upset. What is it?”
“It’s Kate... she’s been in a... horrible accident.”
“Where are you?”
“Mercy Hospital. Steve, I--”
“Stay there. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Upon hanging up the pay phone, Haley slid down the side of the phone booth. She had been in the hospital, but it was too much to bear. Nothing like this had ever happened. Haley didn’t know how to cope; she wasn’t sure if she could. She was trapped in a glass case of emotion, but she couldn’t go anywhere. Hopefully Steve would speed. She needed him now more than ever.

Steve had never heard Haley this upset. But how could she not be devastated? Kate wasn’t only her twin sister, she was her best friend. He was praying there were no cops around to catch him going twenty over the posted speed limit.
When he arrived at the hospital, he decided to drive around first, just to check if his girlfriend was outside. He spotted her almost immediately. The sight crushed him: her crumpled form looking helpless inside the telephone booth, trying not to break down, even though the tears behind her eyes were obvious.
Steve parked his car, got out, and walked toward Haley. He was about to cry himself. He peered at her through the glass; he then opened the door and gently pulled her out. He led her to a nearby bench where they sat, cradling each other in their arms.
“It’s okay... I’m here now.”
And with that, she let down all her defenses and cried.

A release had never felt so good to Haley. She needed to just cry for hours. Her twin, her best friend, in critical condition, all because of a man who had fallen asleep at the wheel. She hadn’t yet told Steve what had happened, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. It felt as if she actually said it, then it would have to be true. She wasn’t going to admit it. She couldn’t let herself believe it. It was all just a bad dream.
Slowly, she sat upright, looking at Steve with tears still flowing down her cheeks. The way he looked back at her was almost enough to make her feel better. Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite enough.
“Okay... let’s go in now,” she said, almost hesitantly.
“You sure?” Steve looked worried.
“Yes... let’s at least go to the waiting room. I can call Mom and Dad from there.”
They stood up and walked hand in hand to the hospital. When they entered the lobby, Haley let out a broken sigh, but she refused to cry anymore. She was always the tough one. Now wasn’t the time to go soft, no matter how badly she wanted to.
Steve led her into the waiting room and sat next to her on an open couch. She wanted to tell him how much she cared about him and how thankful she was for this; she just couldn’t find the words.
“You stay here,” he told her. “I’ll go call your parents.”

Okay, okay... if you caught it, I'm proud of you. But I couldn't not put the Anchorman thing in there. I mean, seriously. That movie is just amazing. Anyway... hope you like it...?