Learning To Let Go

Who is she?

  Thursday 6:27am 08-08-2076
    
     I woke up at four in the morning because I heard a bullet..or I thought at least I managed to sleep.
     I just woke up right now because of a noise. I looked out my window to see if I saw anything. What I saw was a figure that looked exactly like my mother holding a gun pointing in the air and a bottle of beer in her other hand. (I guess her habit of drinking is still there)
     But why is she here? What would she want after so many years? I think she just saw me. There is a knock on the door...its her!
      My father opened the door...right when he opened it she pointed the gun at his head and said "Take me to Natalie or your dead!"
        Its almost time for me to head to school and I am not sure what to do now! Oh my gosh! I have to go out there...
         I wish I could write(type) everything I saw and heard...but my father told me not to tell anyone...so I won't.
         I came running to school after my father told me not to tell anyone about this.
         
                        -Natalie Enderwood