Entry 5
OMG! I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said or thought about Nixie. I didn’t mean it… really, I didn’t. Please, Lord, let her be okay. I don’t know how to survive without her.
This stupid plane is just sitting here on the runway. I need to be in the air, on the way to see my sister. Mom sounded really upset when she called to tell me about the accident. She didn’t give me a lot of details, but I have the feeling it’s bad. I’m not sure if it’s twin intuition or just my gut telling me, but I know that I need to be with Nixie.
I’m in the middle seat and I can’t stop fidgeting. Writing in here is the only thing that’s keeping me sane. I feel frantic with worry and out of touch with the world.
My head is starting to pound. I wonder if she has a head injury, and we are starting t
