Running Away From the World

Chapter 12: Ready?

"Okay class, today we are going to write a letter to a person that we love. This letter can be however you want; a story about a fun event the two of you had together, or even to simply tell them how much you love them. This letter has to at least be three paragraphs." Mrs. White, the best fourth grade teacher, cheerfully sang. Mrs. White is always in a good mood, which rubs off on me. Which is saying a lot, under the circumstances.

I twirl around my pink pen with Cinderella on the top. My dad brought this pen home for me one day. He knew how much I like Cinderella.

"Hey, Teagan!" An excited boy asks me.

This boy, Roger, never talks to me. Since my dad died a month ago, everyone's been talking to me. They always ask me how I'm 'holding up', might I add, is very annoying.

"What?" I whisper back.

"Who are you writing your letter to?" Rogers whispers a little too loudly.

"Now, now. These letters are private! Do not tell anyone who you are writing to." Mrs. White adds.

I stare at the boring ceiling. Is every ceiling the same in every school? White tile, with little black specs. It's so-

I jerk out of my train of thought. I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. I look over to see Mrs. White giving me a concerned look. I pick up my pen, and begin my letter.

Daddy,

I really really want to give this letter to you. I can't though and it makes me very sad. I know your with the angels. But daddy I wish you were here.

The only thing that makes me feel better is how mommy says you love me very much and your watching over us. She plays Cinderella to and gives me a cookie. That was are faverite thing to do on a Friday night rember?

Rember when I learned a poem and sang it to you on your birthday! I sang it at your funeral if you didn't no.

I got to go now but I promise me and mommy will be ok.

Love,

T Bug.

I slowly walk over to the big round table and pick out a blue envelope. I kiss the letter before putting it in the envelop before sealing it.

It soon turned four o clock, which meant school was out. I got on the bus and rode home.

All I can hear is ambulance's sirens blaring through the air. It makes me cringe and sink back into my seat. I cover my ears and squint my eyes shut. All of a sudden, I feel a big hand tap my shouldar. I look up to see my bus driver, Mr. Al, looking at me with glossy eyes.

"Honey, it was your mother." Mr. Al's voice shakes.

I look down and see the letter I wrote to my dad. Tears fill my eyes. Now I have another letter to write, to tell my mom how much I miss her.

Pain. All I feel is pain. The doctors at the hospital have been giving me pain medicine every day. I have cracked ribs, and a lot of bruises.

I sink back into the hospital bed. I take a deep sigh and close my eyes. The only good thing about being in the hospital, is that I can finally rest. I never knew how much rest I needed to catch up on.

I can hear someone knocking on my door. "Come in!" I yell.

Michelle pokes her head in the doorway. "Can I come in?" She shyly asks.