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Tumblr Resources to Get You Through the School Year!

Hi guys!! Thank you all so much for your support!!! Happy 250 (EDIT: I SPENT A DAY ON THIS AND NOW IM PAST 300) and hope you all have a great start to the month! The community is more welcoming with all of you - I haven’t faced negativity from anyone at all. None of these are my posts - but they’ve helped me out a lot. With that said - let’s get started:

For bujos/planners:

This is one of my side blogs, and has tons of inspiration for weekly and monthly spreads, as well as a few aesthetic ideas and how to start one. I update this constantly.

How to start a studyblr - Studyblrs with creative fields

Lighting (for photos)

Study spreads

Planning your month

Printables (the same as some used down there but in a different category):

Weekly printable

To - do printable

Cornell Notes printable

Back to school printables

Daily Planner  @theorganisedstudent

Weekly Planner II @theorganisedstudent

Essay Planner @theorganisedstudent

Assignment Planner @theorganisedstudent

Assignment Tracker

Novel Notes

Plot Diagrams

Correction Sheets

Grid & lined paper

Weekly schedule for studying

Printables masterpost

Exam printable & how to use it

2018 Calender set (by my QUEEN @emmastudies)

For students:

Exams & Studying:

Exam revision guide

How to beat different types of procrastination

How to deal with a crappy teacher (this has to do with studying ig)

Study tips!! (its a masterpost)

Exam Printable & How to Use it

Exam & Homework tips

Coping with hell i mean exams i mean hell

A cool studying outline to try

This is my favorite thing and it’s when to use certain remembering techniques

Correction Sheets

Memorization tips for different learners

Weekly study schedule

More sites to use in normal studying routines

How to study smarter and not harder

Study smarter II

Exam printable & how to use it

Self discipline 

Study methods

Hoe tips for school and studying

Studying masterpoint

Tips and tricks to studying

Study tip - so easy

How to stay organized to study

Note - Taking:

Lecture notes

How i set up flash cards (these are nice to study from but be determined to finish setting them up)

Nifty highlighting idea (this post is so old)

Highlighting idea that i actually use

How to take Cornell Notes

Cornell style notes printable (gridded)

Notebook paper (grid & lined)

Tips for pretty notes!!

How to take notes

Notes for different classes

Life, man & general school stuff:

Back - to -school guide

Things I learned as a college freshman

Get ORGANIZED

Textbooks are expensive so here’s some free ones…

Tips for working students that sound extra but may work for u ily don’t overwork urselves

Masterpost for motivation and stuff

Get ur life together again bc haha i stay organized for like a day anyway

School supplies that u should have just to stay minimal

Grad school tips

Organization masterpost

Productive afterschool routine

30 websites to kill boredom

Back to school masterpost

Get confident in presentations

Overcome procrastination

Succeeding in school masterpost

For bad days 

For bad days II

A GOOD MASTERPOST for getting ur life together 

General school tips 

Free online courses

GOOD POWERPOINT TIPS

Sites to learns stuff

More learning stuff sites

Dealing with a trashy class

Study resources masterpost

Summer Productivity

Summer life tips

PLEASE READ THIS THIS IS SUCH AN IMPORTANT MASTERPOST 

Honest guide to college 

University tips

SCHOOL MINDSET

What to do on Sundays

Back to school masterpost

Useful things for going back to school

How to clean your house

Cute self care tips!

More self care tips

Plant care tips!

English:

A handy list of words to fit into ur essays

How to write an article like a journalist

Words to replace over-used words

ESSAY STRUCTURE IDEA this is in bold so u losers don’t miss this bc it’s not just for English u nerds

Get gucci while reading and be an active reader

Get gud reading them academic articles amigo

Words to replace “the author or whatever shows…” bc that is baby writing and i accidentally used that on an essay and i failed so

Novel notes

Plot Diagrams

Reading Lists

Literary techniques (what themes, personifications, metaphors are etc)

Discussing in English

How to top a literature class

Literature class masterpost

Strong/weak verbs

More essay tips!!

MLA format - a how to

ESSAY GRADER.

How to avoid essay cliches

Chemistry (I’m taking chem so i have a few resources aha)

Da terms on exam papers

Chemistry resources masterpost

Cute periodic tables

Study chapters

History/Social Studies

How to write a history paper

AP world history powerpoints masterpost

Math 

General tips

Resources

Understanding math masterpost

Test Prep

PSAT I

PSAT II

ACT tips!

100 words for the SATs (start studying early!!)


Thank you so much for the support! I couldn’t have done it without all of you. A simple reblog or like will help others see these tips, and will be very appreciated. I hope these links work - feel free to message me with questions and other links!! A possible part 2 might come out at the end of august, and one for languages!!!

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Carl Zeiss Sonnar 50mm/f1.5 + Contax IIa + Kodak High Definition 200
Using Contatest (Close Up Set for Contax IIa + IIIa)

New Beginnings

Contax RF Carl Zeiss Jena T* Biotar 75mm/f1.5 + Contax IIa
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Mamiya Sekor 100mm/f2.8+ Mamiya Universal Press + FP-100C(Instant Film)

anonymous asked:

How much protection would a bulletproof vest offer from someone shooting from the roof of a nearby building? Would the ribs still potentially crack, or would there be mostly just bruising instead? Thank you for running this blog!!

Hey there nonny! This question is best answered by @howtofightwrite

However, I’ll give you my take on it.  Keep in mind that these are my best guest and I am not a Gun Person by any stretch of the imagination.

Ballistics vs Vests: Physics

Originally posted by tacticalnorwegian

There are little guns (i.e. low-powered) and there are big guns (i.e. high-powered). 

Vests are also rated to certain protection levels. Each vest has been rated – I, IIa, II, III are the commonest ones, and I believe most officers wear Level II or III vests. 

Distance does affect impact velocity (and thus force of impact), but unless this rooftop is Quite Some Way Away, it’s not all that big a difference. What makes a difference is the mass of the bullet and, far more importantly, its speed. 

[Formula: Kinetic Energy = mass x (velocity ^ 2)]

The real difference is the rating of the vest vs the munition. The vest is designed to prevent penetration of the bullet (up to its rating), but it can’t stop the energy of the impact. You’re absolutely right that someone shot with a vest on will likely have broken ribs, and  may have contusions (bruises) of the lungs or the heart. 

Your character’s day will still suck, but they will live. 

If the vest is rated for higher caliber or velocity rounds than the bullet that hits it, I would absolutely still believe cracked ribs. 

If the bullet isn’t what the vest was designed to stop, the likelihood is actually that they’ll be shot in the chest.  

Also keep in mind that most ballistic protection (available in the civilian-or-regular-cop world) is, to my knowledge, rated for handguns. But shooting from a rooftop to the street, the likelihood is that they’ll be using a rifle, which typically means a higher velocity round. Body armor that will protect against rifle rounds are generally very bulky and heavy and obvious, and are typically worn only by officers in specialized tactical units or in military teams. 

A handgun shot from a roof will most likely miss. A rifle shot from a roof might penetrate the armor. In fact, it most likely will. I just watched a YouTube experiment where a shooter decided to test how many plates of Level IIIa body armor it takes to stop a rifle bullet. (The things I do for you guy! <3

The answer was, depending on the round, 1, or 5. As in, the bullet would go through 2 people and stop at the body armor of the third. 

However, I have a pair of scenarios that could work for you. 

1) The shooter is using a really low caliber rifle, like .22LR . The bullet hits the vest. It penetrates the vest but is stopped by a rib. The bullet lodges in the bone. The surgery to remove it would be brief, and there would still be the rib fracture to deal with. 

2) The shooter is using anything stronger, such as a hunting rifle or, worse, a bullet intended for warfare, like a .223 (M-16), 5.56mm (AR-15) or 7.62mm (AK-47) type rifle round. The bullet goes through the armor, through the character, out the back side of the chest protection, and also through the person standing behind them. And possibly through the person standing behind them. 

Rifle bullets are scary shit y’all. Typical police bullet resistant vests are rated against handguns. Rifles are a Whole Nother Level of Bad Idea. 

I hope this helps you out! 

PS: if Michi and Starke decide to chime in on this, listen to them, they’re smarter than me by a long shot :) 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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[Maim Your Characters: How Injuries Work in Fiction

WallFlower Part III

Part I Part II


A/N: Here is part III for wallflower guys!!! As promised this chapter is longer than the first ones. I poured my heart out writing this chapter and made necessary research, so please if you have free time please drop by on my inbox and message me for any feedbacks that you have. I don’t like inserting AN on the story so I’ll say it here. PLease imagine the photo to be Zach and (y/n). And the baby cutie as Zach’s sister.

P.S: I’ve already mentioned that this story is set for AU and it’s fiction, but I just want to apologize if I wasn’t able to get the proposal right for the original Chinese Tradition.  On we go to the story!

Lucy Liu-Please imagine her as MS. Lee the  Matchmaker. Matchmaker in traditional chinese wedding is someone who makes sure that the ritual will be perfect. They settle the dowry and consults the chinese zodiac if the couple’s birth year will bring prosperity to their  wedding and family.

                                                         –♥–


Coffee. It has been  your life for the past year working for Monet’s. Today is  a relaxing day. Most of the customer’s are reading or doing their own stuff on their own world. The stream of customers today are mostly teenagers.  You love watching people from where you are. You can no longer do this at liberty high. Everyone’s attention is now on yours and Dempsey. That guy. Speaking of which.

*Fluffy giant calling* You answered smiling. The past month has been good on you because Zach made sure you are comfortable. He makes sure that you are taken cared of. The guy is a walking fluff.

“Dempsey.” You greeted. “Mrs. Dempsey.” He retaliated. You can hear him smiling on the other line. You can’t stop smiling as well. Before this all happened, you never imagined that this giant has a sweet side. Jocks on your school is known to be a dick. But Zach made you change your mind on your opinion with them. Being with him is a breathe of fresh air from your boring life.

“Right. What do you need?” You ask smiling. “Wow. You’re no longer opposed on being called my wife.” He laughed. “Anyways, I’m calling to remind you that Ms. Lee will be here tonight. Everything is set for the proposal this evening.” He said informing you.

“Who would think that matchmakers are still a thing on this day. Have you meet her before?” You asked Zach. Ms. Lee is your matchmaker. Matchmakers are known for chinese arranged marriages. They make sure that the union of the two family will bring wealth for both of the families. This evening will be the start the ritual. It’s a six part ritual starting with the proposal. Basically Ms. Lee together with Zach’s family will propose to your family. Once the proposal is accepted the second ritual will begin.

“Sounds crazy right? But it’s how it is. Where you able to fit your Cheongsam ?” Zach asked. It may seem that this arranged union is not taking a toll on Zach at all with how he’s handling everything. But you see changes with him. It might be little changes that his friends are not noticing but for an observant person like you, you notice it. There are bags under his eyes now. He’s starting to distance himself with his friends which for you is total BS. You may not like his friends sometimes but they’ve been his friends. This marriage should not take that away for Zach or for you.

“Zach, don’t you have practice right now?” You asked suddenly remembering that next week is game day for the school’s basketball team. You’ve been given the task of being the photographer of the event since Tyler was suspended after Hannah reported the stalking incident that happened. You never thought that Tyler can do that. You’ve worked with Tyler several times since both of you are the resident photographer of your schools paper.

“Uhh. Yea. But I asked coach for a break. I mean we need to settle a few things. It’s no big deal. I can still play on Monday.” He explained.

“Sorry. I know how important this game is for you. We can ask for the proposal to be move if you’d like so you can attend practice.”  You offered.

“No. It’s really okay, Babe.” He assured you. This guy is really thoughtful. You mused.

“Okay if you say so. I have to go. There’s a new customer coming in. See you later, BABE♥?” you said emphasizing the last part. One thing you learned about Zach is he like sweet nothings. He likes to feel that he’s the only guy for you. Which he is right, he is. The guy is starting to win your heart. Just like how this arrangement start, traditional. Zach is nothing but traditional on how to win you. He takes a lot of effort and time to make you feel things that even HIM was not able to make you feel. With Zach, you feel how important you are. He’d drop whatever he’s doing whether he’s hanging out with his friends or basketball practice to be by your side. With the last boyfriend you had it’s different.

Zach chuckling pulled you out of your reverie. “ Okay Babe. See you. Go hung up.” He says.

“ No. You hung up. You’re the one who called.” You said. Smiling. This has been an ongoing game between you and Zach.  Zach laughed. “ No babe. You hung up.” As much as you don’t want to lose. The customer is almost at the bar. “Fine. Just because the customer is already here. See you later.” You disconnected and hide your phone in your pocket.
                                                          –♥–

“Wanshang Hao!” Your mom greeted your guests in Chinese while directing them to the living room. You’re standing beside the door bowing at your guests. It’s customary to avoid eye contact from your elders unless they are speaking with you directly.


Zach’s dad came in first followed by his mom. Zach’s sister came in next wearing a pink Cheongsam  with her hair in pigtails bun. She’s so cute! Over the month you’ve grown close with Zach’s sister. Agreeing babysitting everytime you get the chance. You smiled when she stopped in front of you and peered at you smiling. “Did you do something wrong?” She asked innocently.


You shake your head. Smiling at her. You’re not sure if you’re allowed to talk to her. She looked confused still looking at you. “Sky, come here.” Zach’s  mom said. Sky run to her. Then someone in red Cheongsam stopped in front of you. You know it’s Zach. It’s customary to wear matching red Cheongsam  for the pair for prosperity. You’re still not looking up. You’re focusing your attention on the hem of Zach’s Cheongsam . His scent is intoxicating you. Willing you to look at him. But you know you can’t until the proposal was accepted. Another pair of feet stopped. And your guessing she’s the match maker. “Zach, you need to go in the living room.” She said. Zach complied and walk to your living room. After the Dempsey’s came in and settled on the living room you walked in side by side with your mom.

You’re an only daughter. You descended directly from Emperor Puyi. The last emperor of China. While Zach is the great great grandson of Emperor Qin. This union ties the first and last family of Emperor’s. Yep. No pressure in there. Your peers from Liberty High thinks you’re just dating Zach. That this is just a normal high school relationship. Why do you feel that this suddenly feels too much and it’s suffocating.

Ms. Lee opened a small box and showed it to your father, “ Mr. Kim, this is the initial dowrey from Dempsey’s family. It’s a jade hair pin from the Ming royal family. Just as beautiful as your daughter.” Your dad took the box and inspect it. You’re still avoiding the eyes of your elders or anyone in the room actually. You felt like the jade hairpin. A commodity of exchange. Now you are actually lucky to have such an understanding and loving Zach to thank for. It’s a win win situation. But you can’t help but feel that you lost your freedom. Ironic since you’re living in the land of the free. You don’t what to feel anymore. In the midst of this thinking you unknowingly look up and look directly in Zach’s eyes. He’s already looking at you. It seems that everything stopped after you look at him. There’s no jade pin. No Ms. Lee. No families in the room. No pressure on your shoulders. There’s just you and him. Someone who understands this whole situation that you’re in. And suddenly you don’t feel bad anymore. He smiled like he knows what’s going on in your head. Like he knows that you just realized that you fell in love for him without him knowing it.

“Well it seems that the proposal has been accepted. Since the bride and the groom are looking at each other now.” Ms. Lee joked. Waking you and Zach on your own little bubble. Your family laughed. Ms. Lee stand and walk until she’s at the back of the sofa you are sitting in. You sat up straighter since you  know what she’ll do next. She carefully remove the jade pin on the box and slowly put it on your hair.

“We are excited for this union.” Zach’s mom mused while looking at your mom. Both of your mom and Zach’s mom are descendants of the chinese family and not your dads. It just so happen that chinese follow the patriarchal ladder that’s why your dad’s do all the talking for this engagement.

“Can you imagine the news back in China once the other families hear this?” Your mom mused. And Zach’s mom just laugh.
“We cooked dinner for everyone let’s go have dinner in the kitchen and talk about the next ritual.” Everyone made a beeline to go to the kitchen. You’re the last one to stand. Zach grabbed your hand and made you look at him. “Are you okay?” He asked. Genuinely concerned. You smiled “ I am now.” Entwining your hands.

Wall stuff part II

A .psd file containing the skirting + ceiling friendly coving I’ve been using on my newer walls. I also updated the bases I made a while back to use the new skirting. Gotta have everything match :3 

They come in while only and are to be used on walls that are 256 x 768. Making walls this size means they will not be compatible for mac users. If you would like them to be, simply make your walls then resize them down to a height of 512 with constrain proportions unticked. This will make them look squished, but that will be corrected in-game.

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The reason why I don’t pick up hitchhikers anymore is also the reason why I need a new car.

(Story by unsettlingstories)

Keep in mind, I’d never even considered giving a ride to a stranger before. All my life, I’d been told that’s how you get killed. “Only crazies hitchhike,” they’d say. “They’ll cut your throat and steal your car and you’ll be dead in a ditch.”

I didn’t want to die in a ditch. And I liked my car. But after I’d left the gas station and I saw the poor guy sitting in the gutter on the I-95 onramp, feebly holding out his thumb, I made my choice. I’d be a good samaritan.

The storm in the distance looked pretty threatening. If I let that guy sit there, he’d have to bear the brunt of it. From the looks of him, he didn’t appear to be able to bear much at all. I pulled over to the side and rolled down the window.

“Where you looking to go?,” I asked him.

“Baltimore,” he replied. His voice was stronger than his sickly body had suggested, and that gave me pause. I looked him over again. Dirty jeans, baggy red t-shirt. No bag, no bulges in his pockets. I sighed.

“I can get you as far as Philly.” He nodded. “Hop in,” I told him, unlocking the door.

In he hopped.

“I’m Colin,” I said.

“Frank.”

We didn’t talk much for the first few miles, aside from me asking if he wanted some of the Fritos I had left from my lunch stop in Rhode Island. He took them and crunched away as I drove. He caught me studying him out of the corner of my eye a few times, but he didn’t say anything.

As the miles ticked away and rain started hitting the windshield, Frank fell asleep. The open bag of Fritos was on his lap. I wanted a couple, but didn’t want him to wake up thinking I was trying to grab his dick. I had absolutely no interest in his dick.

Frank snored like an orgasming Pratt and Whitney jet engine. In the confines of the car, since I had to close the windows once the rain had started, I noticed Frank had an unpleasant odor. Nothing overwhelming, but still obvious.

Over his snore, his stomach growled and burbled. “Gross,” I thought. Lightning flashed and wind buffeted the side of the car. The traffic ahead of us slowed to a crawl.

One of the annoying things about my car is the climate control only works properly when the car is moving. God knows why. The air conditioning we were enjoying up to that point cut out, and hot air started to blow out of the vents. The windshield began to fog up.

I cracked my window, hoping the outside air might clear the windshield. It did a bit, but visibility was terrible. The rain was heavy and my wipers weren’t doing a good job. All I could see was fog and the brake lights of the cars stopped in front of me. Frank’s stomach kept gurgling. I looked over. He was awake, staring straight ahead.

“You okay buddy,?” I asked. No response. He just stared at the fog-shrouded glass of the windshield. The smell I’d noticed before had intensified.

“Hey, Frank, what’s going on? You sick?”

Still nothing. Thick, humid air poured from the car’s vents despite the AC being set to max. Rain and small chunks of hail pelted the choked highway.

Frank retched. “Shit,” I said, and I frantically reached in the backseat for a bag or bucket or anything that might catch what I thought was about to come blasting out of my companion. My hand settled on one of the canvas shopping bags I used at Whole Foods. “God damn it,” I mumbled, as I placed my favorite shopping bag on Frank’s lap.

He moaned and turned to look at me, his eyes swimming back and forth with what I knew had to be intense nausea.

“Frank, please open the door and puke on the road or at least use the bag. I’m begging you.”

More silence punctuated by gurgling and retching. A boom of thunder caused us both to jump. For Frank, that was all it took. He didn’t open the door. And he didn’t aim for the bag.

A heavy wave of yellow vomit exploded out of his mouth and splashed against the windshield. I screamed. Another projectile torrent erupted from the man, dousing the ceiling, the dashboard, and the center console.

“Get out!,” I shrieked, the smell of the stomach contents invading my nose and threatening to force my own contribution to the mess. Frank sat back with his head down, pasty slime drooling from his mouth into the Fritos bag in his lap.

Cars behind me were leaning on their horns. The traffic in front of us had cleared. I poked at the hideousness on the console to turn on my emergency blinkers, then steered onto the median. On my right, I heard Frank choking. I got out of the car and stood in the rain, watching him. If you told me the following 30 seconds actually lasted 3 hours, I would’ve told you you were way off. It felt like a day.

Frank’s throat bulged as something was forced upward and into his mouth. I saw the something a second later. A colossal, writhing centipede as thick as my wrist began sliding out, its passage eased by the vile lubrication from minutes before. Inch after inch, foot after foot crawled out until it was free. It skittered under the passenger seat.

I’d already dialed the “9” in “911” when the solid matter entombed in his vomit began to move. Frank groaned and I distinctly heard him mutter, “not again.” As the rain soaked me, I watched as small centipedes crawled through the sludge all over the car, leaving trails as they went.

My dialing complete, I waited through seven rings before a dispatcher answered. As I told her about the medical emergency and tried to estimate where we were on the interstate, Frank abruptly opened the passenger-side door and stood on the side of the highway. He was gripping another massive centipede and pulling it out of his throat. I watched it bite his hand over and over until its two-foot length was exposed. Frank flung it into the dirt.

“Sorry about your car, man,” Frank called over the sound of rain and traffic. “I haven’t had an episode since I was a kid.”

I was speechless. I just looked at him as he walked down the side of the median, the torrential rain washing his clothes of the filth and bugs. And as centipedes crawled throughout my car and ropes of stomach contents dripped from its ceiling, Frank stuck out his thumb to flag down another potential ride to Baltimore.

I’ll go with you

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part III)

Part I Part II

A/N: I hope you like it! I really like writing about Zach, he’s so sweet :)

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Words: 2.162

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Masterpost


We were just one week apart from saying goodbye to the life we knew, goodbye to the high school life and hello to the college life. I couldn’t wait to start the rest of my life and even better, I couldn’t wait to start it with Zach by my side.

We got in the same college, which was the most amazing thing ever, I still couldn’t believe it, I know I’m still young, but I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my days with Zach and I was hoping he felt the same way about me because I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it.

We had all planned, we would leave in a week to take a little holiday just the two of us and after that we would set in college, where he was going to study to be a marine biologist and I was going to study to be a veterinarian.

As you could imagine there was a party to celebrate the end of high school, all the grades were invited even though only the seniors were leaving. The party was in a house whose owner I didn’t know but it looked like they had money.

I wasn’t there because I really wanted but because Zach made me come, as always. He promised he woulnd’t drink a single drop of alcohol and I didn’t want to ruin his last high school party, but he stay firm and didn’t drink anything.

He was with his friends and I was with mine, Clay, Hannah and Tony, talking about anything and everything.

When I saw Zach getting up al walking in my direction I stopped paying attention to what my friends were saying and I watched him with a big smile on my face.

“Hey babe” he said lowering and kissing my forehead “I’m going to pick up my sister from a friend’s house. She called me saying she doesn’t feel well and she wants to go back home, will you be fine while I come back?”

“Oh, I’ll go with you” I said getting on my feet before he could say anything “I’ll see you later guys” I added saying goodbye to my friends and grabbing the hand Zach was offering to me.

We talked about the plans we had for our little trip when my phone went off and I saw the caller was my mother.

I answered, but it wasn’t my mother on the other side, it was my father, which was odd because he could have just called with his phone and when I heard his voice I knew something was wrong.

“What is it dad?” I heard sobs on the other side of the phone “Is mom alright?”

“Yes honey, your mom is fine… this call is about fluff…”as I listened what my father was telling me my eyes started opening more and more, I got a lump on my throat and I put my free hand on my mouth trying to contain how much I wanted to cry right now.

I didn’t answer to my dad’s words; I just put my phone away from my ear. I was completely shocked.

“Hey (Y/n) what’s wrong?” Zach asked clearly concerned.

I looked at Zach with tears in my eyes and trying to find the words to say that my best friend for more than ten years has just died, but when I looked at him and saw he was staring at me and he hadn’t seen the car coming in our direction I just screamed his name to make him look to the road again, but it was too late.

Zach did a hard turn trying to avoid the car. Everything was in slow motion, like if it wasn’t really happening, but it was real and when the other car crashed with us I came back to reality.

It took me a few seconds to react and be aware of what had happened, my body hurt like hell, specially my arm, but that didn’t matter right now, I looked at Zach to see if he was fine and when I saw him my heart just broke even more.

Thanks to the hard turn Zach did I was fine, as far I could tell, because the other car crashed in Zach’s side and not mine.

I called him desperately, waiting for him to open his eyes at any moment. He was bleeding in different spots of his arm, head and face, but still he reacted to my voice.

I reached for my phone quickly and I called emergencies, trying to stay calm. They told me I had to keep him awake while the help arrived and that I had to remind on the phone in case something happens.

“Hey Zach look at me” I said taking my seatbelt off to get closer to him. He had his eyes closed and it didn’t look like he could move his body “You’re going to be fine, do you hear me?” even though I wanted to sound optimistic I couldn’t help the tears falling from my eyes, seeing him like this was tearing me apart, I couldn’t face the idea of losing him “You’re going to get out of this and we’re going to leave for college together” I saw his lips bending in a little smile and it seems like he wanted to say something but I stopped him “shhh, don’t talk, save your energy to stay awake” I wanted to caress his face so he could feel my touch, but I couldn’t see properly how bad his injures were and I didn’t want to make it worse so I grad his right hand, which was perfectly fine.

When I heard the ambulance I sighed heavily, I had to think that everything was going to be just fine.

“I…” even though I told him not to talk he didn’t listen to me “I lo-love…you” he said trying to give my hand a squeeze.

“And I love you, with all my heart Zach, that’s why you can’t close your eyes” I hated thinking that those could be his lasts words.

The ambulances finally arrived and the paramedics took care of taking Zach and the other person out of the cars. I could get out by myself, but when I stand outside I felt everything spinning around me and the next thing I remember is seeing all black.

I was hearing voices and beeps around me and when I opened my eyes I saw I was in an ambulance, next to two paramedics that were looking the machines attached to me.

“Where is Zach?” was the first thing that left my lips. When I didn’t get an answer I tried to sit straight on the stretcher and then one of the paramedics made me lay again.

“He’s in other ambulance, in his way to the hospital”

“Is he going to be ok?”

“I can’t answer that; I didn’t take care of him”

I tried to relax, but it was impossible and when I look at my body trying to find some injure I just saw my right arm with a bandage, but I wasn’t feeling any pain maybe because they had gave me some kind of painkiller.

Once we were at the hospital they ran a lot of tests on me and as much as I asked for Zach no one told me anything and I didn’t know if that was good or bad news.

Suddenly the curtains that were around me moved and I saw my parents, obviously worried.

My mom came to hug me and I hugged her back, hiding my face in the crock of his neck and trying not to cry, I didn’t know where I should start talking.

“How has it happened?” I asked without letting my mom let go of me. I was referring to what my father told me over the phone before the accident.

“We can talk about that later, don’t think about that now” my mom said putting her hands on my cheeks and kissing my forehead.

“Do you know anything about Zach?” I looked at my father because I knew how to read his expression so that way I’d know if they were telling me the truth “I’ve been asking the nurses, but no one tells me anything”

A doctor appeared and my parents couldn’t answer my question. He told us I was free to go, that I was perfect expect for the cut on my arm, which was pretty deep, but it wouldn’t be a problem.

While he kept talking to my parents I excused myself and got out of there, ready to find answers. Just when I was going to ask for Zach to the girl in the reception I saw Zach’s mom at the end of the hallway and I ran in her direction.

“Mrs. Dempsey” I said breathless. She turned in my direction and a bug smile appeared on her face, which made me think everything was ok “Where is Zach? Is he ok?”

“He’s in there” she answered pointing at the close door next to her “and he’s going to be fine, you don’t have to worry” as soon as she finished that sentence she evolved me with her arms, hugging me, which made me feel confused “he’s alive thanks to you, if you hadn’t been there to call emergencies…” she couldn’t finish the sentence and I didn’t want her to “are you ok?” she asked letting me go and examining me, looking for something different.

“Yes, I just have a cut in my arm. Can I… it is possible to see him?” I asked anxious to see him again.

The door opened and a nurse got out, leaving the door half-open.

“He’s all yours” Zach’s mom told motioning me to the door.

Without a second thought I got into the room and there he was, peacefully laid on the bed, this time with his face clean of blood.

“Zach” I called him softly, standing by his bed and grabbing his hand. He turned his head in my direction and his eyes opened slowly, I could see the cuts on his face clearly now “Hey” I added happy to see him and kissing his hand “How do you feel?”

“Like if the basketball and baseball teams had passed over me” he joked with a weak tone on his voice “are you ok?”

“Yes, thanks to you” I replied letting a few tears roll down my cheeks “You should rest, I’ll be here when you wake up” he closed his eyes when he heard my words and with my free hand I started rubbing his hair.

I ended up falling asleep there, I had told my parents where I was, I didn’t want to scare them more.

When I opened my eyes again I found Zach looking at me, this time more recovered than the last time I talked with him.

“Good morning” he said with a smile on his face.

I lifted my head from the bed, adjusting my eyes to the light, I was a little confused, but I remembered what had happened the night before.

“Is it morning already?” I asked turning to the window to see that it was a new day indeed “Have you slept good?” I said turning to Zach again.

“I can’t complain” he answered “I won’t ask how you slept because I can imagine the answer to that. You should had gone home to rest”

“I’m not leaving you here”

“As much as I like hearing that you’ll have to leave at some point, I don’t think they’re letting me go soon” he put his hand on my cheek and caressed my skin with his thumb.

“I can’t go home…” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Last night… when my dad called me before the accident..” I had to stop to clear my throat to send the urge to cry away, I hadn’t think about it too much and I hadn’t say it out loud yet “He told me fluff had died” I felt my eyes burn, I wanted to cry so badly.

“Come here” he said pulling from my hand in his direction.

I laid next to him, he embraced my body with his arms and hugged me tight to his warm body not caring about how much his wounds could hurt.

“And then I thought I was going to lose you too” I couldn’t hide it anymore and I started crying.

“Don’t think about that ok? I’m here and I’m not going anywhere” he replied kissing my head.

We stayed there until a nurse came in and I had to leave the room.

In the end we hadn’t our vacations before college, Zach needed time to recover and I needed time to stop feeling like crap after what happened that night and the loss of my dog, but when the time came we left for college without looking behind.