I'm in Social Studies class drawing over the date, that now, instead of saying October 24, 2012 it looks like a picture of my family with the O in October to look like my dads head and the other o and zero looking like me and my moms heads. Mrs. Maya, my teacher gets a call from the main office. I stare at her face, it quickly goes from a smile to her seeming like she was about to start crying. I just assume something was wrong. Did someone get hurt? Is her family ok? Is my family ok? I then see her eyes start to wander across the room and lock on my eyes. I shut my eyes as hard as I could because I know this is bad news, and I know it's my bad news, life changing news maybe, probably, definitely. I then open my eyes, letting my contacts settle and even though I can't see her face I can tell that Mrs. Maya is looking at me, and everyone else is looking at her look at me and I knew then and there that it was going to kill me to know what happened.
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Goodbye
Non-FictionGeorgia, a young girl in school, is told that something has happened to her dad.
