Hey, this is my first story so I need some critisism so i can improve... comments please. Oh and sorry for any spelling errors... Enjoy ( i HOPE) oh & everyone read the comments because I tell u some stuff there....
It was just regular day, and that was what made it terrible. I was on my way to science with my friend Abigail, when it first happened. She was talking anitably, about her weekend, and I was pretending to listen, when I saw Mrs. Fields, our principle, walking towards me with a grim expression on her face. My first thought was typically shallow and was something along the lines of the completion of my homework. I wanted to hide, but she had already seen me. As she neared closer, I saw her face. It was tear-stained and puffy. I stifled a laugh. Mrs. Fields particularly hated kids who cried, she said they got on her nerves. But then as she got closer still, I thought about what it must have taken to make her cry and stiffened. A group of seniors pointed and laughed at Mrs. Fields and she ignored them, an action that only deepened my unease. She loved getting kids in trouble. She beckoned me foreword and I followed. At the same time, I gave Abigail a little wave. She waved back but I could tell she was more interested in what would happen to her if I got expelled than what would happen to me. I followed Mrs. Fields down the hall in silence, until my unease rose to a level high above what I thought possible. I cleared my throut and said nervously "Um, what do you need me for"? "I'll tell you in my office" she said softly. This statement made my heart leap into my throat. We walked the rest of the way in silence, until finally we neared her dingy office. She opened the door carefully and ushered me in. I hovered acquardly inside until she told me to sit down on one of the plush chairs. She sat down at her desk and took her time to straighten some papers. Buying time. When all the papers were straitened, she looked up at me. "Kaitlin, I have terrible news, there has been an accident". Her voice trembled at the end of the sentence and I knew it was bad. "What kind of accident", I whispered? "A car crash". "Well who was it and what happened", I asked impatiently" though I feared I already knew.? She took a deep breath and said in a rush, "Your father was on his way to work and a truck swerved into his lane..... She hesitated and my fears were confermed. "He passed away". "I'm so- I knew the sentance would end in "sorry", but I didn't listen. Her voice became distant and everything blured and all I thought about was him.
I sat there and cried for who knows how long. Hours? Minutes? Days? I didn't know. Mrs Fields was trying to get my attention, but I ignored her.I didn't want to know the details....yet. My life was in shambles and it happened in an instant. I took everything for granted. Right now i wanted to kill myself. I pushed myself of the floor where I had curled into a ball and cried, and wiped my eyes on my sleeve. I looked up and saw Mrs.Fields studing me. "Why didn't my Mom come ", I asked in a scratchy voice. ""She wen't to the hospital", she said simply. "Can I go", I asked. She hesitated. "I don't know if your ready". "I am". While she made a quick call to the hospital explaining I would be coming, I thought about the way my life was, and never will be like again. I remembered how much I used to argue with my Dad and felt a guilty tugging at the pit of my stomouch. Though my head knew he was dead, my heart still belived I would walk home and see his smiling face. I pictured it in my head, his golden blond hair that was much like my own, and the icy blue eyes that seemed to peer into my heart to tell if I were truthfull. His personal liedetector is what we used to call it. Right now I'd do anything to bring him back. If only I could... I looked around the room and studied the old furniture until my glance was caught by my reflecion in the window. My blond hair was a tangled mess and stuck to the nape of my neck with sweat, my bright green eyes with a layer of tears that had yet to be shed and a black line of mascarra running just below them. I looked like a mess, and I diddn't care. I asked her why he was in the hospital and she looked at me like I was a retard. "He needs to be examened", she said. She sounded like she was talking to a 3yr old. Suddenly, I was furious and I didn't care. What did I have to lose? "Stop treating me like i'm three,I screamed, If your parents died youd probobly bawl your eyes out for days". What the hell do you expect? "If you don't get that YOUR the retard"! When I finished my rant, I felt like a compleate moron. When I looked up, I expected her to be looking daggers at me but was suprised to find a sympathetic expression on her face instead. "Look, she said softly, I know what you must be feeling right now, whether you know it or not your in shock".