A firetruck. A god-damn firetruck. How could it not have seen them? Why didn't it stop? I can't believe it. I'm in such a state of shock. It's not fair. They were in the right. And know... Kyla's in the hospital, and Steph looks like she got the crap beaten out of her. Kelsey has whiplash, and Cara and Allison are emotional wrecks. Especially Cara. It was a such a good day. The show went so well, and we were are all pumped up for tonight's. And now... they expect us to do the show still, with the lead being replaced, and two other characters being replaced. We don't even have fucking understudies. Nobody else knows the parts. Tonight's the night Marion's parents are coming. This is the big important show. And they want us to do it with three people who don't know the stupid parts. And they expect us not to be complete emotional wrecks.. like I am now. I won't be able to go on stage without crying. I won't be able to watch someone else do those parts, without crying. But what else can I do? If they say the show is a go-ahead, then I have no choice. I made a commitement and I have to follow through. As much as I don't want to... and I don't want to. It just won't be right. It just won't be good. It's not fair!! How could He have let this happen? Didn't He know how much this show meant to us? To Marion? Why?!?! I could have been in that car. I was suppose to be in that car, but my parents came so they drove me home. Haley was suppose to be in that car. I can't even believe it. I keep thinking maybe if I hope enough and pray enough, it will have never happened. Time magic and all that. But I know that, it did happen and there's nothing I can do about it. Except cry. And cry and cry. God.. why?