The World Is Crashing Down- Part 2

Emily's P.O.V

 

  I just sat in the car, and put my earphones in and listened to my iPod as my sister, my mother, and I drove from the doctor’s. I hoped my cancer was gone. You get sick of dealing with it real fast! “So girls, what do you want to do today? Do you want to go to the mall?” my mother asked us. I saw Calli nod in the corner of my eye. I was to busy listening to hear her. I just didn’t feel like talking. You would feel the same way. Me having cancer, oh yeah, and on top of that we are moving to Germany. Oh, it’s oodles of fun! Don’t ask me why, it is because of my mom’s stupid clothing line “Sweetie Torte” it means “Sweetie Pie” in English. Sometimes Calli and I model it. It is scene and rocker style clothing.

 

Calli’s P.O.V

 

          Emily and I were just listening to music at F.Y.E, a music store in the mall. Well, I was. She was looking at posters. “Yes!” that made me jump, knocking down a rack of cd’s. Thanks a lot Emily. “I finally found that poster!” I heard Emily squeal. “What poster?” I asked her. She turned around and showed me. “Tokio Hotel!” she said as she jumped up and down. I have never seen her that happy. I just laughed at her. “They are like your addiction!” I said laughing. “They are yours too! They are my life!” she said all happy that is exactly what she was fighting for, her life. “Hopefully we can see them in concert when we move to Germany. That would be so awesome!” Emily said as she walked to the cashier to buy her poster. That was all she wanted before she died was to see Tokio Hotel in concert and or even meet them. I just wanted to see my little sister happy again.