I ran up the stairs and dashed into her room when she was about to through away her wedding ring. I looked around and noticed the room was covered in pictures of my dad, were my mom tore out every bit of his picture and plastered it on the bed. I was confused my mom is a neat freak and is really hard to cope why she is showing this aggressive behavior. And then I realized something must have happened at the mine. I turned on the T.V and here a man with a monotone voice stating every minuscule moment of what has occurred.
"Ms Van Hoff, I am sorry to inform you, but your breakfast will be delayed by forty minutes due to the large Church group," replied the Room Service dispatcher. "Oh, okay. What have you to do?" Skylar inquired. "We are setting-up a buffet for them in the Tea Room as they begin their morning sermon," was the reply.
I could only hear one sound. It filled the air and was audible above all the commotion and the heavy pounding of my heart. The monotonous beep of the monitor meant Daddy was gone forever. While sitting next to his cold body, I focused at the crimson drops, which stained the yellow linoleum floor and slowly remembered what a terrible ordeal the past six weeks of hospitalization had been. My Life had changed forever since the day I sped through traffic with my Dad shivering in the back seat next to my worried mother.
Why?‘‘ she continued. Big B replied:‘‘ I am sorry my girl, but I had to leave because someone else will take over my place. Love you forever ‘‘ and disappeared. Samantha screamed:‘‘ What does it mean?‘‘, but she did not get the answer because her grandad left her forever. A few days later Samantha received the phone call from her doctor :‘‘ Hello, it is a doctor Smith speaking, something unbelievable happened.
I was still crying. I get home run up to my room take off my cheer shoes and throw them at the wall angry at myself angry at the world. I was laying on my bed screaming at this point. Eventually my mom called me down from my room and told me that it was going to be okay and that there were other things I could do in high school like be on volley ball or soccer but I didn’t want to be on any of those teams. I worked all my life just to be told I’m not good enough.
The shirt that I was wearing was stuck to my body and my face had turned all red. I got up to wash up telling my mom that I would be ok. As I opened the door to my room I could smell something burning, and it seemed like my mom had forgotten the brownies in the oven. It was very unusual of her to do such a thing because she was always precautious with everything she did, and she would be extra careful today because her sister was coming after not seeing her for 3 years. This day had started off very badly and I didn’t like where it was heading. My mom ran down stairs, and I so did I so that I could be some kind of help for her.
The emotions I felt at that moment are inexpressible. As are the emotions my parents had towards me after dropping my phone. To make matters worse I did not even get to finish eating my dinner and I was really hungry. After hearing the lecture of how disappointed and mad my parents were at me for texting at the table I decided to just go to bed. Quickly I got ready for bed and got comfortable and ready to receive the rest I would need to be ready for the usual events that I would wake up to in the morning.
What is your problem coming in my house at two-twenty in the morning?” All he could hear were sobs. “Open the door sweetie, what’s wrong?” I opened the door and gave my father a hug. “Sweetie you have to tell me what happened.” “Daddy,” sob “This boy from my school forced himself on top of me.” “Are you sure sweet heart?” He looked down and then he seen the blood “Were going to file a police report.” “No, he told me he would kill me if I told anybody but I’m trusting you.” “Okay sweetie, go take a bath and then go to sleep.” “Okay but daddy I’m, I’m bleeding down there.” “Just take a bath and put on a clean pair of panties.” “Okay” I went into the bathroom and I ran some bath water. I got in and my private began to throb. That was my first time ever having sexual intercourse and I hated it.
Laura, Allison, Kristen, Kierra, and I had all packed into my two-door death trap to get a snack at Dunkin Donoughts. Being the responsible upper classman, I made sure we left with ample time to get ready for the game. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time in the world to help us with our disaster. We were stopped at a red light howling along to a Lenny Kravitz song, which I now hate, when Kristen nervously uttered,” Meg I think your car stopped running.” I confidently replied, “Nah!” Well, to my surprise, when I stepped on the gas, we didn’t go anywhere. All of a sudden, I began laughing hysterically and the rest of them chimed in, until, “BEEP” the light had turned green!
At 7:30 on that moving day morning, I felt anxious to get started. My stomach was screaming complaints at me for being so inconsiderate as to only feed it a breakfast of coffee and nicotine. I knew I had three hours until my friends would be here with the U-Haul, but my nerves were jumping already. I put down my coffee mug in the sink, made a sprint for the stairs, and ended up in my bedroom doorway to find my stepfather already unscrewing the bed frame.