The Road Monologue

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Ever had a great day at school? Yeah, it is recherche, well at least for me. Although, on a day where I actually didn’t hate most things about that school. School already was quite a bete noire, it still managed to become worse. Home is supposed to be your sanctuary, the one happy place you can depend on. After that day, it was not. Wandering into that blazing warm home out of the painful cold of Wyoming, still seemed to have an unsettling chill covering the whole house. My first sight when I stepped in was my mom, home early from work on the couch with filled eyes. All I could do drop all I had and rush over to her side. I ask her what happened, all my mind could do was race. Thinking the worst thoughts ever, coming up with horrible scenarios. Just waiting for what felt like hours, but only seconds, for an answer I became scattered. When she finally mustered up enough of a voice, she told me some of the hardest news I have heard. My dad just got in a wreck. It felt like the world was falling apart around me. The news …show more content…

I thought of what happened, if he was in pain, where was he, what he looked like. Oh, did I think about that a lot, I was so afraid of it. Not really the aspect of if he was morbidly disfigured or something to that extent, but more along the lines of, if he's just hurt what happened to him? But what if it's more, is it bad? Will they even let me see my dad? I also thought of what he looked like in a sense as to remember. Okay, when he left, he had his long hair in a ponytail extending to his butt, had his usual facial hair the lines around his mouth and sits perfectly in his smile lines. He had his backpack for lunch and stuff, and he was dressed in a black Sturgies long sleeve from our trip the year before. He had on his Thunder Basin winter jacket and the thickest pair of jeans he owned and his work boots. He worked all the time, but he did it for

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