Not Old Enough
Chapter 2
The next morning I had to go and get my first test. I asked Mommy if it was a hard test, but she said it isn't that kind of test.
"What kind of test is it then?" I asked.
She didn't answer.
The lady giving me the test is named Emma Rye. The doctors said that she is very loud, so I have to wear headphones.
If she's so loud, then why can't another lady, a quieter lady, give me the test?
I hope the headphones help.
Mommy took my hand and we walked to the new room. I hate walking in the hospital because my dumb dress is broken. It has a rip in the back that shows my butt! This means I have to walk with one hand behind my back, holding the tear together. So thats how I walked, one hand in my mothers and the other on my dress, all of the way to the room. Inside of the room, there was a HUGE machine that looked like a donut.
"Where's Emma Rye?" I asked Mommy.
"It's an MRI! M! R! I! MRI!" She snapped.
I stopped talking then, because I knew she would just get angrier, but I still had questions.
What's an MRI? Do I go IN the donut? How long will this take? Is it dark in there?
I don't like the dark.
Just then the doctors came over to us. They told me to put on headphones, put my head in the head-thingy, and they told me I couldn't move.
Then the bed entered the donut.
It was loud, the loudest thing I've ever heard in my LIFE! It was like BEEP! BEEP! MRGGGH! BEEP BEEP! Booooop! BOOOOP! It sounded like a construction site!
Not to mention the astronaut helmet that went over my face.
After it was done, I was taken back to my room and Ivy was put back in.
I wonder if I passed.