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Hi! I love writing and I am new to this type of website. I would love to get my work published one day.
When She Fell Ill
Oct 17, 2019 5 years agoThe tumble of the school bus swayed her body back and forth. It dipped and bumped but nothing mattered because she was on her way home. After hours of grueling school work, the day was finally over and she could go and relax. As a matter of fact, the girl with the blue hair had just got off. A marker of the remaining three stops left the journey. As Drake blasted through her ears, she thought of her group project due at the end of the week. How am I going to tell Daniel that he needs to pick up the pace on the introduction slide? Will Abby make the flashcards to read off of or will I have to complete that as well. A nearby shout caused her to lose her train of thought. The boy with the blue backpack stepped off the bus and walked down the street. The next stop was the final destination. She had all of her belongings gathered, ready to leave the bus as soon as possible. A backpack was all she had today. Tennis wasn't until tomorrow. She stood from her seat and walked down the aisle. Waving goodbye to the bus driver she stepped onto the sidewalk. The pavement carried her all the way to the corner of the street. A turn right and a few ways down was her house. As she unlocked the door, the warmth of the house surrounded her. It wrapped around her like a welcoming embrace. Dropping her school bags on the floor she turned on the fireplace and proceeded to call her mother. The dialing tone rang out and her mother finally picked up. “Hi Beta,” her mother's voice cracked. Sadness dripped from her voice and hurt the girl's heart. “Mom what's wrong what happened.” “It's your grandma.” “What! What happened?” “She has breast cancer,” At that moment the tender warmth of the house felt as if it were strangling her. She didn't say anything. Not one word came out of her. “I don't know what to do baby. I don't know what to say beta. I'm coming home. I'm on my way.” With her rushed response the line went dead. Her life had turned to fog. Memories of her grandmother feeding her as a child rushed through her head. Her first day of kindergarten was shared with her grandmother. Her first word, first tooth, first crawl. It was all with her grandmother. She adored her grandmother and looked up to her with all her heart. You could even call her a second mother. The girl's grandmother was number one. Tears flowed down her cheeks just as her sadness billowed out of her. She laughed. How cynical could God be? To poison a wonderful thing in her life. First her father, now her grandmother. Soon He would take everyone and leave her with nothing. The girl sobbed. She prayed it would be better. She prayed that God would heal her grandmother. Even though she blamed him, she knew He had the power to heal her grandmother and even that sliver of hope had her on her knees. She resented everyone and everything on planet earth. Why must her life be this way. She felt ill. Like the whole world had turned into a fever dream. She was there but far away. The girl gasped her chair and sobbed. Her anguish could be heard from the gates of heaven. God's resting place. She cried because she didn't want it to happen to her. She cried because she didn't know what else to do. She cried because a normal day had turned into such a mess. But just as how good things happen at random, bad things happen as well. Many months had passed on. Rounds of chemotherapy were given to the girl's grandmother, but there was still no hope. Her grandmother died on the 28th of July, 2019. Her spirit would drift into heaven and lay in the hearts of many. With a legacy of love, care and nothing but good. The girl learned to cherish every moment you have because one day, it will all go away.
