Hi Friends, I am James Madison! Yeah!

Essay

A/N Hey guys!! This is just a narrative that I wrote for ELA. I kinda like it, so I'll share it here! 

Oh and, my names not actually Grace, I just changed it. But, if your name is Grace, congratulations. That's a pretty name. My parents were gonna name me that, I wish.... 

As a little five year old, stepping off the bus into the crisp, September air was always the highlight of my day. Even in kindergarten school was overwhelming, and the feeling of freedom as soon as the final bell rings was exhilarating. Especially that day for two very prominent reasons. First of all, it was a Friday. Secondly, since Mom was out at the hospital with my soon-to-be younger sibling, my grandma had come down from Ogema to watch us.

I was thrilled! I didn't often get to see Grandma, she lived five hours north of here, and my parents really didn't like making the busy trip up there. She had said that she was going to be like our babysitter while Mom and Dad were at the hospital.

Owen and I really couldn't understand why Mom had to go to the hospital to give us another friend. Mom and Dad didn't want to tell us the gender of the baby that was going to join us. They didn't want to know themselves. When we asked they would just tell us they just hoped for healthy baby! I was healthy, right?! Why weren't they happy with me? I, personally, was really hoping for another girl, Owen was cool, but he could be so irksome!

I remembered how a long time ago, when Mom had told me there was a small little person in her tummy, I freaked out.

"But Mommy, why would you put someone in your tummy?!" I had thought that she had eaten a random baby she found at the store or something. I tried picturing my mom stealing a baby from some unsuspecting cart, but I just couldn't.

"Grace, you're going to have another brother or sister soon." I just stared at her, doubtingly. Yeah, right. C'mon Mom, you're not a very good liar.

"Moooooom..." I stretched the word out, whiningly.

"No, Grace, you will. Feel my tummy, maybe the baby will kick you." Gently placing my small palm on my mother's tummy, something from inside my mom's tummy came up and hit my hand. I stared at the spot, disbelief splayed across my face. "Did you feel that?" I faintly nodded.

There really was a baby in there. I'm gonna have another Owen! I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or bad thing.

Back in the present, I looked around for my Grandma. She wasn't anywhere in sight. I strained my eyes, attempting to look way farther than humanly possible.

Moving ahead so that I wouldn't be trampled by the angry mob of bulls that was my neighbors, I scanned the horizon. Where was Grandma?

In a pack, we all started slowly moving down the streets, lazily talking about whatever thought decided to float into our minds.

"Grace, wasn't your grandma supposed to pick you up?" Carter, the oldest of our group, asked.

"Yeah." I looked around again. "She was gonna walk home with us."

"Maybe she forgot, I'll walk you to your house." Catching up with the rest of the group, I smiled at him. With my worries fading a little, I took part in their conversation, something about the god who we sacrificed Clorox Wipes to. The one that lived behind the old shed and gave us secret clues to whatever mystery we were trying to solve at the time. Maybe I forgot to mention, we were very peculiar.

Reaching my house at last, I bounded up the steps, Carter sluggishly followed. Because I didn't have a house key, I rang the doorbell - way more times then necessary- but no one came.

"I don't know, maybe we should have waited for her, maybe she's there now." Carter thought profusely. He turned around, and began making his way back.

I trailed behind him, all hope lost. My Grandma was gone, probably dead, and I was here. What was I supposed to do until Mom and Dad came back. What about Owen!?

With that thought, I picked up my pace, I may occasionally hate the kid, but he might be in trouble!! I had to save him. "C'mon, Carter!"

After about two minutes of me stumbling all over the sidewalk, and a scraped knee, we reached the parking lot.

"Whooo!! Grace, over here!" Emerging from behind the trees was my grandma, dragging along little Owen. "Where were you, we've been waiting for a while now back by that playset. Little Owen was getting restless." she laughed.

I stared at her, "Grandma! I was looking for you, Carter and I couldn't find you! I was scared." I gestured over to Carter who was standing a distance away, looking out of place and uncomfortable.

"Oh honey!! I'm so sorry! Let's go home!" Grandma held my backpack for me as we walked home together as a group.

We tried to include Carter in our conversation, but he obviously didn't feel welcome. He split from our small group and made his way to his own house.

"Bye!!" Owen and I shouted together, "thanks!" I added.

As we made our way up to our house, Grandma asked us if we happened to know what our garage code was. Ummm.... No. Neither Owen or I answered.

"I'll take that as a no, then. That's not good, I can't remember it, and I'm pretty sure I locked the doors..." she trailed off.

Uh oh. Owen and I looked and one another, our faces were hosting identical mixes of confusion and fear.

She ran up to the front door, jiggling the handle, she muttered something under her breath. "Your parents never gave me a key, so we're locked out I guess. Let me text your parents, let's hope your mom can answer right now." she giggled. My grandma sure was crazy.

From her purse, she whipped out her phone, her fingers rapidly moved across the screen.

Turning to Owen, I whispered, "I want a phone." Owen solemnly tilted his head up in acknowledgement of my desire. The serious look was strange on my little brother's face, he was always the crazy one! I silently giggled, not wanting to explain to Owen.

"Oh! I have an idea. Come on follow me, guys." Grandma grabbed our hands, and practically dragged us along to the back of the house.

Dragging my feet through the mud, I tried to imagine what she had possibly imagined. I couldn't think of anything, and everyone always told me I was smart.

Grandma pulled us to the back window, "Just let me take this out." Feeling around, she grabbed hold of something and the whole window fell out into her hands! "O, climb through the window." Owen moved around us to get to the window.

He attempted to pull himself up and through, but his little arms weren't strong enough. I went under him and pushed him up a tiny bit, and he flung through.

"Now can you go around and unlock the door for us? We can't fit through the window!" I looked at my grandma, yes I can, I mouthed. Then turned around to prove her wrong. I climbed into my house and into the heat. It was cold for a September.

Together, Owen and I made our way to the front door and carefully turned the knob, allowing for our grandma to finally come back inside the house.

We tried to put the window back into the frame, but it just wouldn't fit. So we did what any reasonable person would do, we left it for our mom and dad to do when they returned.

To this day, that window still doesn't fit right. Back when we still lived there, we wouldn't ever open it, for fear that it would fall out. We didn't want to hire someone to actually come and fix it, we could live, and what's the point really? A ton of money to fix a small window that doesn't really matter? Doesn't seem logical to me.

I'm not sure if the people who live there now know about it. It's kind of weird to think that when they open it, they won't know the backstory. Not know what happened that crazy day, not know the fun that we had with our grandma.