Sierra Jensen, a sixteen year old Junior at Jenks High School, was taking her best friend, Paige, who was a year younger than her (well, almost a year anyway-she was fourteen but would be fifteen in a few months), home after a mostly uneventful day at school. Once there, they were going to plan what supplies they would need to go t.p.ing that night. They wanted to get their "friends" back for the huge t.p. war they had started.
"Well, anyways, are we going to t.p. Tanner and Allie or just one of them?" Sierra asked, but Paige wasn't listening. She had just turned up the radio and was jamming to some pop song on K-Hitz, Tulsa's local radio station.
"Hey Sierra, do you think at the next stop light we could put the convertible top down on your car? It's a really pretty day!"
"Sure Paige, just as long as you don't try standing up like last time! When I put on my breaks you practically flew out of the car!"
"Don't worry-I'm not exactly anxious to bang my chin on the winshield again-I won't."
As they pulled up to Paige's two-story house, a familiar tune caught their attention.
"Woa, Paige, they haven't played this song in forever!"
"I know; you'd think they would play it a lot in their own home town!"
"Hey, Paige, can you hand me my bag?"
"MMMBop ba duba dop...what? Did you say something? Ba duba dop ba du."
"Oh, never mind, c'mon, let's go inside. I'm starving. Got any junk food?"
As Sierra blabbed on about her hunger, she noticed a sheet of paper in the front door handle to the house. Before she could get to it, Paige screeched, "First one to the fridge gets the last piece of Chocolate Cream Pie!"
Forgetting about the paper, Sierra and Paige pushed through the door, bumping into each other, and raced into the kitchen.
"Ha ha, I beat you!"Paige stated boastfully.
"Yeah, I know, you always do. Ever since track season ended last year, I've gotten sorta out of shape."
Paige opened the refridgerator door and claimed her prize.
"Here, take half-it doesn't matter that I've known you for eleven years-you're still the guest."
The two friends sat down to begin watching yet another episode of The Young and the Restless, which Paige had gotten Sierra hooked on nearly two years earlier, but before they could start to eat their pie, the doorbell rang.
Sierra ran to open the door-the mailman had a package for Paige's mom. Sierra forged Mrs. Ellingson's signature and, remembering the paper on the door handle, grabbed it and took it to her friend.
"What's this?" Paige asked.
"Probably some stupid advertisement," Sierra replied, but when Paige began to read the slip of paper, a look of worry and disbelief washed over her face. Sierra grabbed the note from her and, after reading it, took ahold of Paige's wrist and led her to her blue '99 GMX Convertible with two white racing stripes across the top, abandoning the package and the two remaining halves of their pie.
After a few minutes of driving in silence, Paige spoke, her voice trembling, "I can't believe my grandpa had a heart attack. Oh, God, I hope he's alright!"
As Sierra pulled into the parking lot of Saint John's Medical Center, she leaned over and hugged her friend. "Me, too, Paige. Me, too."
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