I lay in my bed, quiet, only the sound of sobs filled my room. I have been thinking about....him. The loss of him fills me with anger and sadness. I turn on my side and look at the picture of me and him. I was so young. Only three. A year before he died. The thought of him forced tears out, and I cry some more,not once getting out of bed or going downstairs. Through my sobs I hear a knock on my door. In a stuffy voice I say "Yes, come in". I look up and I see my mom. She has a sad face and she comes over and gives me a big hug. It was the anniversary of his death and It was a sad day for every one especially my dad and I. (A little bit of background. This friend is my grandfather which we called papaw. He was my dads dad and my best friend) Everyone was sad and everyone knew not to mess with me or my dad. So it was a quiet day to mourn. My mom started crying as my dad walked in with tears in his eyes. My brother is at his friends house trying to let off steam. The next day was going to be the start of the first week before school and I knew it was going to be the hardest week of my life and I knew that the first day of school was going to be even harder. When my parents left I nearly drowned in my own tears.
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Missing Love
Short StoryScarlet is a thirteen year old girl who's life is full of depression and hate but then she meets a group of friends in 7th grade that change her life forever. The loss of a friend at a young age takes a toll on the heart of anyone.
