Friday Twenty First - Original Writing

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Friday Twenty First - Original Writing

Friday the 21st of December, it started of as any other day, the

normal rush in the morning, the frantic putting on of uniform and the

quick wash of my face. I stumbled down the stairs, pulling my jumper

over my head and practically falling through the kitchen door. I was

greeted with the familiar smell of burnt toast, my dad complaining

about something on the television and my mum's reassuring smile. I

smiled back while forcing my schoolbooks into my bag. For the last

year this same normal routine occurred every morning but always at the

back of mind was the thought of my Granda.

Granda had been ill for the last two years. He was in constant care of

the hospital. I avoided going to see him, I wanted to remember him as

he was, the soft grey hair that he took great pride in, the familiar

smile, which lit up my face and the kind, caring humorous personality,

which never changed. The last weeks had proved a very different story.

The hospital knew he was dieing, my parents knew he was dieing and I

knew he was dieing.

As I ran through the front door, my blazer in one hand, a butter

soaked piece of toast in the other I yelled bye to my mum and set of

for school. I shivered as the winter air hit me. My dad had been at

the hospital all night. I smiled to myself as I remembered Granda's

laugh. I tried to pick myself up, constantly reminding myself that it

was the last day of school and Christmas was in four days. Seeing my

friends happy, reassuring smiles made me a lot better.

The carol service took place that day and as I stood in the choir

singing aimlessly I could feel the warm tear trickle down my cheek and

land on the sheet of music below me. I stood in a daze, people's

voices echoing in my head, thoughts building up. My friend must have

knew what was wrong as she took my hand and gave it a tight reassuring
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