Thursday, February 11, 2010

My First Boy-Friend

I was in third grade and I liked a guy named Cory. Cory played football. He has caramel colored hair and puppy brown eyes. I hung out and talked with him often, and he always sat next to me at the lunch table. We also had a ton in common. I didn’t think he liked me more than a friend. A week or two later he asked me at lunch, “Do you like me like, like like me?” I answered, “Yes”, and smiled. I went and told my best friend. She got jealous because she liked him to.
Anyway Cory and I went down town that weekend for a taco. We went out all year. In forth grade we were still going out. Except I moved to Mount Airy, Which is 30 minutes away from him, but we still went out. Three weeks after my move we went to a fancy restaurant called Hustons. My mom and dad came along too. They seated Cory and I first. We sat in our own booth three booths away from my parents. We played paper football at the table with the paper that was around the napkin. After that we went and got ice cream and brought him home. In fifth grade I moved to Wisconsin. We both knew that long distance relationships don’t work so well, we broke up even though we both did not want to. We are still; friends today.
He found me on facebook and we exchanged phone numbers. We text and talk a lot now. I saw him when I visited last year. The funny thing today is that he has a girl-friend and I have a boy-friend, but his girl -friends name is Kayla. I find that funny.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Alone

It was a cold, dark, rainy night. I was sitting on a bench in a park alone as the rain poured down on me. I was cold and scared as if something or some one were to jump out at me. I always wondered why I don’t have a home and where is my family?… Do I even have one? Those are the questions that run through my head every night.







The next thing I see is a car driving by then another and another. All of a sudden a car comes speeding down the road it is losing control it is spinning It is moving to fast I did not have enough time to move CRASH‼ Every thing went black, I hear loud sirens.







The next thing I know I am in a hospital with a broken arm. The doctor walks in.



“Oh good you’re up” she says.



I ask her “Why am I here and what happened?”



“You got hit by a car.”



“Well what am wrong with me why am I here?”



Another doctor walks in and says to me.



“You broke your arm from the car crash, and you are still here because you have been out side in the cold for so long with no where to go that you have gotten sick and we are researching it because we don’t know what this is, and if we were to let you go and check out of this hospital you would not survive.”



“But wait I have a question.”



“What would that be?” Asks the doctor



“Do I have a family?”



The doctor sighs “You had a family at one point I am very sorry but they have all passed away.” I start to cry and can’t stop I ask



“Well where will I go and what will I do?”



“We are not sure yet but for now here. You will stay here. You are not well. Now get some rest.”







I wake up to a bunch of rushing doctors and I am in a lot of pain. I see blood and pointy tools. A nurse puts a needle into my arm. Every thing became blurry I had fallen a sleep. An hour later I wake up in my room again the doctors say that when I was sleeping they found out what was wrong I had hypothermia. What is that? Hypothermia is when you body tempter drops from being out side in the cold to long. Which led to us having to amputate you’re your leg. “WHAT!” we were rushing because you woke up. So our nurse gave you anesthea so you would not feel any thing and so you could not see anything.







“So is that it I am done?”



“Yes, But you will continue to stay here because you are unable to walk and you have nowhere to go and have no one to take care of you so we will.”



I could not believe that in one day I was hit by a car, rushed to the hospital, broke an arm, got hypothermia, had my leg amputated and found out that all of my family passed away and yet I am sitting here alive and alone. I wonder what was wrong with the driver. And who was it? Are they ok? How did all of my family die? Now those are the new questions that run through my head every night as I sit here in the hospital alone.