Great! Something to get my mind off of Grammy. It didn’t. My heart was hollow and my mouth couldn’t move. I sat in the back of the classroom staring at the wall as if it were a dragon breathing fire right at me burning my mind, melting away memories. Health was worse. With the teacher talking about how smoking can cause cancer and pictures of Grammy flashing through my mind I couldn’t help but rip my prompt in half .That only lead me on an adventure to the principal’s office. Oh no.
I shuffled trying to slow down time. My mind questioned myself am I sad or mad? That took me no time to figure out. Both. I felt something punch my stomach. Trying to fight back I slammed lockers shut locking ghosts of pain though nothing was there. Then, on the floor I cried. I cried because I had no Grammy. I cried because I was going to the principal. I cried because I was ashamed I hadn’t been there when she said her last words. I cried because my life was only getting worse and worse. I cried and cried and cried.
That was the end of my day. Since saying no words lead to calling my mom I went home. Laid down. Cried.