This story is entirely fictional. The characters, setting, businesses and timeframe are products of the author's imagination. While reading, you may notice some grammatical errors Any advice on how to improve my work would be greatly appreciated.

"Hey y'all, I'm Ava Smith, a 15-year-old american! My mom, Sandra Smith, and my dad, Carl Johnson, make up our awesome family. And of course, there's my spunky little sister, Missy Smith, who's 7 years old and keeps us on our toes!

"Ava! Missy! Wake up!" Mom's voice called from downstairs.

"Coming', Mom," I grumbled, dragging myself out of bed. Checking the clock, it was only 6 am, and we had classes starting at 8. I sighed, feeling tired after a restless night. Slipping into my slippers, I trudged to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

When I finally made it downstairs, Missy was already halfway down. "Hey Missy, good morning," I greeted her with a yawn.

"Morning," she replied, stifling a yawn of her own.

Down at the kitchen table, Mom and Dad were already waiting for us. "Good morning, Missy and Ava," Dad greeted us warmly.

"Morning, Dad," I replied, trying to shake off my sleepiness.

"Good morning, Dad!" Missy chirped with her usual energy.

We settled in and dug into Mom's delicious pancakes. "These are so good, Mom," I complimented her between bites.

"Yeah, Mom! Can you teach me how to make these?" Missy asked eagerly.

"Of course, sweetie," Mom replied with a smile. "We'll have a cooking session on the weekend."

"But the weekend seems so far away," Missy pouted.

"Don't worry, Missy," I reassured her. "It's only Wednesday; the weekend will be here before you know it."

"Yeah, I'm just so excited to make pancakes with you and Mom," Missy exclaimed.

Mom smiled warmly at us. "Alright then, it's a plan! We'll have a pancake-making session this weekend."

Missy clapped her hands in delight, and I couldn't help but feel a little excited myself.

After finishing our meal and catching up at the dining table, Missy and I headed upstairs to get ready for school. I locked the door behind me and headed straight for the bathroom. A few minutes later, freshly showered and dressed, I heard Dad's urgent call from downstairs.

"Dad, hold on!" I called back, hastily gathering my things before dashing to Missy's room. "Missy, come on, we're going to be late!" I exclaimed.

"I'm coming," she replied, swinging open her door as we hurried downstairs.

"Bye Mom, love you!" Missy called out.

"Love you too, Mom!" I added.

"Alright, love you both," Mom responded.

I swung open the door, and Missy and I quickly hopped into the car.

"Ready to go?" Dad asked as he started the engine.

"Yes, Dad, let's go!" I replied eagerly

As my sister and I were dropped off at school, we soon went our separate ways in the hallway. As I headed towards my locker, I spotted my friend Danica approaching.

"Hi Ava! Have you heard the news yet?" Danica asked eagerly.

"Hey Dani! What news are you talking about?" I replied curiously.

"There's a new guy who just transferred, and let me tell you, he's quite the looker!" Danica exclaimed.

"Oh, maybe he'll take a liking to you," I teased.

"No chance," Danica chuckled, "Monica already has her eyes on him."

"Monica? The popular girl?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yep, so it looks like no one else stands a chance," Danica sighed.

"Well, good luck to that boy," I said with a grin.

And with that, we both burst out laughing, imagining the drama that would inevitably unfold.

Suddenly, the bell rang. "Let's go, Danica," I said, as we navigated through the long hallway. Just as we turned a corner, I accidentally bumped into a boy.

"Oh, sorry," he quickly apologized.

"No worries, I didn't see you there," I replied.

"Do you guys know where class A is?" he asked, looking slightly flustered.

"Yeah, we're headed there now," Danica chimed in.

"Thanks. By the way, I'm Ethan. What's your names?" Ethan asked with a friendly smile.

"This is Danica, and I'm Ava," I introduced us.

"Nice to meet you both," Ethan replied warmly.

"Here we are, Class A," Danica announced as we reached the classroom door.

We entered the room, Danica and I took our seats while Ethan stood near the door, waiting for the professor to arrive.

Five minutes had dragged by before the professor finally arrived.

"Good morning, class. Meet your new classmate, Ethan. Will you please introduce yourself?" the professor requested.

"Gladly, sir. I'm Ethan James Carter, 15 years old, and just moved to this city," Ethan responded confidently.

"Okay, please take a seat" the professor directed.

"Hello, Ethan!" Sam greeted warmly from his seat.

"Nice to meet you, bro!" Sam continued with a friendly smile.

Ethan took his seat next to Sam, who was seated directly in front of me.

"Guys, listen up! Did everyone complete their research for physics?" the professor asked.

We all nodded in agreement. "Alright, let's begin the quiz on Isaac Newton's three laws," the professor continued, looking directly at Sam.

Sam started off by explaining Isaac Newton's first important law, followed by John and then Ashley.

"Good job to everyone who answered," the professor commended. "And those who got perfect on this quiz will receive an A."

Some students, including myself and Danica, were excited at the prospect of an A. I noticed Ethan seemed unsure about the topic.

"Alright, it's break time. Please return in 30 minutes," the professor announced.

As the bell rang, all the students, including myself, headed out to the canteen.

Danica and I queued up in the bustling cafeteria line, eagerly anticipating our lunch.

"What are you getting for lunch?" Danica asked, eyeing the menu.

"Spaghetti and juice," I replied, scanning the food options ahead.

"Okay, maybe I'll have the same. I hope they don't run out," she replied, her stomach audibly growling.

After what felt like ages, we finally grabbed our trays and settled at a table near the sunlit window. As we chatted animatedly, my gaze shifted to Monica approaching us.

"Don't get too cozy with Ethan. He's going to be my boyfriend, and I don't want other girls around him," Monica asserted firmly.

I was taken aback, trying to make sense of her unexpected possessiveness. "Monica, we hardly even talk to Ethan. He just asked us for directions to class because he's new," I explained calmly.

"I don't care. Stay away from him or you'll regret it," Monica replied sharply, her voice tinged with anger.

"Fine. But remember, this isn't just about me," I shot back, unwilling to let her dictate our friendships.

Monica stormed off, clearly irritated. Danica and I exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what sparked Monica's outburst but relieved the tension had subsided.

"What's her deal?" Danica asked, clearly annoyed.

"Maybe she's just jealous of other girls talking to Ethan. Looks like she's heading over to Thea's table now," I replied, observing Monica's movements.

"That girl seriously has issues," Danica chuckled.

As we returned to class and settled down, Ethan suddenly spoke up, "I'm really sorry, both of you, about what Monica said. I don't even like her, and she keeps pestering me."

"I think she likes you, Ethan. That's probably why she gets so jealous when other girls talk to you," I suggested, trying to make sense of Monica's behavior.

As the hour passed, the bell echoed down the halls, and the professor's voice pierced through the noise, "Alright class, school's out for today. See you all tomorrow." Glancing at my phone, my dad's message appeared: "Can't pick you up, in a meeting." Perfect timing! I felt like taking a stroll home.

A couple of blocks from school, I noticed Ethan walking in the same direction. Was he perhaps the new neighbor, just three houses down from us?

As I reached home, there was Mom, standing on the front porch.

"Hi honey," she greeted me. "Why didn't you take the bus?" she asked inquisitively.

"I just felt like walking today, Mom," I replied with a smile.

"Alright, come on in. I've baked a pie. I'll go pick up your sister since your dad can't make it," Mom informed me.

"Okay, Mom. Bye," I said as she headed out to fetch my sister.

After getting inside, I grabbed a slice of pie and settled down on the sofa, setting my things aside. "I'll finish my homework later," I thought to myself.

Feeling thirsty, I headed to the fridge in search of some soda, only to find it empty. "Looks like Mom forgot to do the grocery shopping," I muttered. Thankfully, I had five dollars left. "I'll just go out and buy some soda," I decided.

I hopped on my bike and started searching for a nearby store. Luckily, I spotted a 7/11 not far away. I parked my bike and walked in.

I grabbed a can of Coke and a candy from the shelf and headed to the cashier's counter. As I placed the items on the counter, the cashier rang them up swiftly.

"That'll be $4.15," she said, her voice calm and efficient.

I handed over the cash, and she processed the payment with a quick smile. In return, she handed me the Coke and candy, and I nodded my thanks before heading out of the store.

As I walked out of the store, I scanned the parking area and realized with a sinking feeling that my bike was gone. My heart raced as I spotted a man pedaling away on it. "Hey, stop!" I yelled, adrenaline surging as I sprinted after him.

In my focused pursuit, I failed to notice a car approaching rapidly from the side. Before I could react, it was upon me. The impact was sudden and jarring, sending me sprawling onto the pavement in sharp pain. I struggled to catch my breath, thankful I hadn't lost consciousness but feeling intense discomfort in my leg.

Through the haze of pain, I saw the concerned face of the store cashier rushing towards me with a phone in hand. "I'm calling 911, hang in there!" they reassured me, their voice a source of comfort amidst the chaos.

As I lay there, waiting for help to arrive, my mind raced with the events that had unfolded in a matter of moments, wondering how I would recover from both the theft of my bike and this unexpected collision.

The ambulance arrived swiftly, rushing me to the hospital. The pain in my leg began to ease after receiving injections. Wanting comfort, I asked the nurse, "Can I call my mom?"

"Sure, go ahead," she replied kindly.

Dialing her number, I heard my mom's worried voice on the other end, "Hi honey, where are you? Your sister and I arrived two hours ago."

"Mama, I went out to buy something, but I lost my bike and then got hit. I'm at the hospital now," I managed to say, my voice trembling with emotion. I could hear the concern in her voice grow as she reassured me that everything would be alright.