Eulogy For Father

My parents come to tuck me in, but tonight is different. Dad didn’t get to tell me goodnight, because he is stuck at a meeting. My dad is the mayor, so I’m known by everyone. We of course have a big house, because if the mayor lived in a tiny trailer not much would be thought of him. Also we have to live here, because this house is very secure and protective with its unbreakable glass and the strong walls We have men stand outside of our house every day and night. I’m not allowed to go anywhere by myself, because it is very “dangerous”. They think that someone will try and kill me, but I say it is unlikely, because everyone loves my dad. What they don’t know is what happens when the doors are closed,

We couldn’t afford a big house since my dad was the one with all the money. My mom puts on a fake smile as we enter the home and unpack all of the boxes. When I finish unpacking there is a knock at the door. It is a tall girl, she has long red hair and pale skin. She lives in the blue house across the street. I invite her in and we have a nice conversation, while munching on the cookies that my made for us. We watch the news on my TV until she leaves. When she leaves she asks who the man outside was. “What man?” I ask wondering what the heck she is talking about since it’s just my mom and I living here. “The man that was checking the windows for any cracks,” she replies sweetly. I reply with a slow “I don’t know.” When she goes back to her house I sit in my room thinking about how that man could have just been a man that was supposed to fix our windows or it could have been my dad. The news that we were watching said that my dad wasn’t mayor anymore, so it’s possible that he is the man at the window. I go to sleep without dinner, because I spent all day wondering who “the man”

It is my first day actually going to a school at all, so I want to look nice and get there on time. I’m stressing out. What if the kids there hate me? What if they talk about me? What if I show up late to class? I end up arriving at school right on time. As I walk into class I see the girl from across the street at her desk reading book. She hears my footsteps drawing near and looks up to say hey. Instead she says “Hey, I forgot to say my name is Chloe.” “Hi and my name is Kaylee.” We both jump, because we hear a voice coming from the front of the classroom. I sit in the seat closest to Chloe and everyone grabs their notebooks except for me. I don’t know what I’m doing. The rest of the day Chloe has to be late to her classes, because she has to guide me to my next