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Chapter 20 of "Growing Up"

Donna awoke the next morning to the sound of rain against her window.

"Perfect," she muttered as she got out of her bed. "The weather matches my mood perfectly." Donna opened her closet and pulled out a pair of sweatpants. After putting them on, she opened her bedroom door.

"Lindsay?" she called. "Are you here?" She was greeted with silence. "God I hope she didn't take me seriously and leave. I need to talk to her." Donna trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was a piece of paper lying on the table. Donna picked it up and read it.

"Donna," she read aloud. "I know where I'm not wanted. But I am really sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I would really like to be friends again. Anyway, I am going back to New Jersey tomorrow. Maybe I'll see you again sometime. Talk to you later, Lindsay."

Donna crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed it into the wastebasket. She felt her anger rise, as the events that had occurred the night before flashed through her mind. Donna walked into the living room and fell onto the couch. She felt under the cushions until she found the remote, and then turned the TV on. She flipped through the channels, and stopped on MTV. Paula Cole's video for "I Don't Want to Wait" was on. After the video was over, a song very familiar to Donna's ears began to play, and the video for "Where's the Love" began to play.

"Ugh," Donna said in disgust as she quickly changed the channel. She stopped on ABC and began to watch the news.

"So rain, rain, and more rain for the middle of the country for the rest of the week. Many citizens in Kansas, Texas, and Oklahoma can expect the power outages to continue until these storms have moved on towards the east." The weatherman's happy voice made Donna feel ill.

"How can he be so happy about rain?" she asked herself.

"We have just received more information on the plane that crashed in Missouri early this morning," a news anchor said in a serious voice. "Here is John Nichols on location in St. Paul with the latest info. John?"

"Thanks Katie," John said. "As you know, early this morning, we believe around 6:00, a plane bound for Newton, New Jersey, crashed just outside of St. Paul. The plane left the Tulsa County Airport at 5:00 this morning, with 553 passengers aboard."

Donna, who had been laying on the couch with her eyes closed, quickly sat up at the mention of Tulsa.

"Eyewitnesses report seeing a fiery ball crash to the earth," John continued. "Rescuers have been searching the wreckage for about 3 hours now, in hope of finding some survivors. We have just been told that there were no survivors aboard the plane. Again, there were no survivors aboard TWA Flight 56. Across the bottom of the screen is a 1-800 number to dial, if you have reason to believe that you knew someone aboard the flight. We have the list of the names of everyone aboard. If you..."

Donna quickly scribbled the phone number on a slip of paper and stood up.

"She couldn't have been on that plane," she said. "She must have left later than that." But Donna had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach that she was wrong. Donna dialed the number, her fingers shaking. After 2 rings a woman picked up.

"Hi," Donna said. "I am calling because..."

"Do you believe that you knew a person aboard TWA Flight 56?" the woman asked, interrupting Donna. Donna inhaled deeply.

"Yes."

"Name?" the woman asked.

"Lindsay Brennan," Donna said in a shaky voice.

"Please hold," the woman said. Donna took a few deep breaths.

"Please God," she whispered. "Please..."

"Miss?" the woman asked.

"Yes?" Donna said.

"I am very sorry to inform you of this...." Donna felt tears well up in her eyes. "...Lindsay Brennan is one of the names on the list of people that were aboard."

"NOOOO!!!" Donna screamed. She threw the phone against the wall and fell to the floor, crying hysterically.



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