Luck Needs To Find Me

Hey everyone, I'm Joella.

I think it's important for people to share their stories and experiences. I hope mine could save yours. You need to be happy with the life you have darlings. You need to except the fact that you are you. No one can change you. So why should you let yourself down by things that other people say? Head up princess, you can do this.

"Love the life that you live, it could be worse."

Chapter 1 Bad news.

Welcome to my story. It's 1 september 2012. I just had a wonderful vacation in Italie. But shitty school just began. The headmiss came and telled us our classes. Like always bad luck had found me and I was put into a class with stupid people without my best friend. I was holding my tears cause I was hoping so hard that we could have a fun year like last year. After the break me and Liz got to the headmiss and talked about changing classes. Yes! She gave permission to swap classes. Maybe I wasn't that unlucky?

A few weeks passed, school did not got that hard and Joella had alot of fun with her friends. It's wednesday, joella gets home from school. There is a letter on the table. It's for joella's dad and it looks important.

'Hey mom, what's in the letter?'

'Joella, I have bad news.'

'What's wrong mom?'

'It's a problem that has to do with your father, he lost his job. This is bad joella. Really bad. We have no money anymore to live the life we had in the past, we need to think about our future. We need to save some money and don't waist any stupid money. I'm sorry honey'

Joella holds in her tears. In fact her parents never had that much money, but she always got what she wanted. She had a kind grandfather who loved her very much. He gave her everything she wanted and spoiled her with love. But joella was a bit scared of him. Rumours were spreading that he did bad stuff. First joella's family believed it because he was found guilty by court for it. They had for years no contact. But when Joella's little brother Lucas was born they build the contact up again. He had become a lonely old man. But joella didn't really noticed it.

Chapter 2 It stopped.

Joella's mother, Ann. Had telled grandfather about his son losing his job. Grandfather was ready to do anything to keep the family happy. They were the only people he had. And still Joella didn't show all her love. He can't blame her for that. She was young, she doesn't know who to believe. What could he do more? He had become an old man. He worried the whole night about how he could help the family. 3am still not sleeping. Suddenly his heart started to hurt, he grabbed his phone. Wanted to call Ann and than it's stops. His heart gives up. Last thing on his mind. Save the ones that I love.

Saturday morning 13 october.

I was sitting on my computer. Checking my newsfeed like a normal morning. My mother is calling a woman. Deeply her voice is changing. I don't really know what's wrong but I than she yells:

'NO NO NO THIS CAN'T BE TRUE!'

She starts crying.

I am so worried now 'mom? Mom? What is wrong? Mom please tell me!'

'Joella darling we need to go to grandpa, they think he passed away last night'

I start crying my eyes out. No one ever expected this. He passing away one thing I never toughed about. I cried and cried. Now was the moment I realized I really loved this man. And I began to feel guilty because I never showed it that I cared so much about him. We drove to his house it was a halfhour drive and I was hoping so hard that this was a nightmare. That I still had a grandfather. That I still had a chance to show my love. We arrived and ran into his house. I saw him, my mother saw him, my father saw him. We saw an old man, my precious grandfather laying in the sofa, not breating anymore. Something broke inside me. I felt lost, I felt guilty. My father first lost his job now his daddy.

Chapter 3 Rest in peace.

The weekend was over. It was monday morning I was sitting in school. On the moment I was in gym class. Well my body was, My thoughts were with my grandpa. I still didn't believe it. He was gone & he was never coming back. Like meeting someone, realising you really liked them. And never seeing them again. How could life be like that? Every single time I think about people passing away. I see birds flying high in the sky saying goodby to their home. Liz knew what happend, she took care of me. But my attention was no where to found. I was like a ghost and everybody saw it. But I didn't care. I was a bitch, for not showing any love. My grandpa only kept living for me. And I was not prepared to live with that guilty feeling. I need to change. I need to be a better person or be a nobody.