Thread:Peachy4872/@comment-39062437-20190720185935/@comment-38732394-20190813183442

Luna: (gasps) Sam, are you okay?! Come on!

(Luna tries to wake her up, but she is still out cold. Luna rushes out of the garage to get Sam's parents. They quickly rushed to the garage to check on Sam.)

Mrs. Sharp: Oh my! How did this happened?!

Luna: We were trying to get the drum set off of the top shelf, but one of the cymbals hit Sam's head, and it knocked her out.

Mr. Sharp: I'm really sorry about that. This was kind of my fault for putting the drum set on the top shelf. I didn't know anyone was gonna use it anymore.

Mrs. Sharp: It's okay, honey. You did the right thing. Come on. Let's go in the house, and put a ice pack on her head.

(They carried Sam and went back in the house)