The next day we had off but nothing happened we didn't go to the hospital that day but it was digging at us to know how he was.
The first day back was Tuesday and it was a very difficult task to go to school when you know your dad could be better or dead at any given moment. I put a smile on my face and acted as if everything was as good as it was last week. But the truth is I was ready to burst at any moment wether it be in anger, fighting, sadness, crying. I didn't know which it would be when it would be or if it would be.
In the morning I was standing in the bus loop with my friends talking and texting. When my friend came up to me and took my phone as a joke. So what should I do with all that emotion built up in me, either fight or cry. But I didn't think of option three, just ask for it back, so I chose to fight. I charged into him and grabbed my phone and some other stuff but he put me into a sort of head lock.
After all that was over I felt like crying because it hurt and the emotion built up even stronger, but I couldn't so I went along with the day.
After school my aunt picked me up to see my dad. When we went I was so happy to be there, to know he was ok.
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October 12, 2014 and so on
Non-FictionThis is my first work and I've been wanting to write about this for a long time and finally I'm going to because one of my best fiends inspired me to. This is a true story and I would appreciate it if you vote for it and follow me. Thanks.
