My Unforgettable Brush with Mortality

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I almost died. Okay, maybe I wasn’t knocking on death's door or anything, but to a fourteen year old, I thought I was a goner. The last real thing I was going to experience was my eighth grade graduation. “I hand this diploma to Kyllah Riann Glass in her final days.” But I’m getting ahead of myself. First, to tell you how I almost died, I must first tell you what happened. The day started of normal for me, but trust me when I say it didn’t end that way. First, I groggily woke up, took five to ten minutes to convince myself to get out of bed, and groaned as I began getting ready. In the background were the beautiful morning songs of my mother screaming at her sons to finish getting ready before they missed the bus, it was an everyday thing

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