Rough Draft #1

There I was. Sitting on my grandpa's old black couch. And had so many crumbs between the cracks. And made it uncomfortable to sit on.Well the fact that I had 3 little cousins made it easier to be live. And also I couldn't sit anywhere else besides the floor because all of my relatives were in town for my cousins birthday. And to see my grandma take her last breath.

As I was flipping the channels with the remote, I had heard a loud scream that grabbed my attention. I knew it happened. I ran so fast that I nearly missed the room that my grandma was in. As I was walking back I had heard that long beeeeeeeep. I had swallowed a dry lump in my throat, that followed through my chest and then sunk into my stomach. I had never felt anything like this before. So many things had been running through my mind right now that I had forgotten the most important thing. I had lost my hero. My friend. But most importantly my grandma.


As I started to move my foot forward, instead I took one back and then took a second to breathe. Then I decided to take my step. My head drooped down as I walked into the room. As I looked up, I saw my relatives with sorrow faces and streaks of salty wet tears running down on the soud of their faces. Then I had looked straight. She had caught my eye. After all this time I had kept everything bottled up inside of myself, I decided since everyone is letting it out, then why not me?

Each time a tear rolled down my cheek, it reminded me of a memory that I shared with her. Like everytime she would pick me up after school, the minute we got home we would head straight to the cupboard and pull out cake mix. Then after they came fresh out of the oven, we would eat them til' our tummy's hurt. Or like the other time when my cousins and I were young she would take us on little strolls down to the bakery or a fast food place. Now I could never look back on those wonderful memmories with the one person I shared them with. I couldn't belive it. She was gone. Forever and was never coming back.

The night after the funeral, my mom's footsteps had woken me up. She was walking down the hallway to get a glass of milk. Right when she turned on the lights, a huge light came into my room and out of the window. I knew it was her to say that everything was going to be alright and that she was here to stay with us. And now everyday I can't wait until I go to sleep because every now and then she pops up in my dreams.