Lisha sat at the weathered oak table in her grandma's kitchen with a 500 piece jigsaw puzzle spread in front of her. Her face lit up in astonishment as she shouted "I got it, grandma! I got it! Look, the pieces fit together!" She was nowhere near to being done, she only had a very small section of pieces put together but one piece, in particular, was difficult to put in. Lisha however, would not give in. She had been sifting through the mound of pieces for a good twenty minutes before she found a piece that it fits with and now that she had, she was overjoyed.
Her grandma looked up from the scarf she was knitting and smiled. "Wow, sweetheart! I'm so proud of you." The phone rang, interrupting her. She sat her bright red, half knitted scarf down on the table and crossed the kitchen to the counter where the phone sat and picked up the phone.
"Hello," she said with a slight sigh.
"Hello. Is this Mrs. Cornelia Whyte?"
"Yes, that's me. Who is this?"
"My name is Alexandra McCormick, I'm with the Portland Police department. I'm afraid I have some bad news."
"Well, what's wrong?" Asked Cornelia, now worried. "It's your son and his wife," she paused. "It's," another pause. "How do I say this? Well, they're... gone. I'm so sorry."
Cornelia gasped, lowering the phone from her ear. "Just, tell me what happened."
"There was a car accident. Last night, they were driving and a drunk driver drove into the front of your son's car. Your daughter in law made it to the hospital but died around midnight. Your son and the other man were killed instantly." She sighed. "I hate to be the one to tell you this. You have our condolences."
A single tear rolled down Cornelia's cheek. She choked back a sob, trying to stay strong. Her voice came out strained as she asked, "What happens now?"
"Well, there's going to be some paperwork. We're also going to have to make arrangements for their daughter."
"Of course. Lisha is staying with me currently," another tear streamed down. "If it's at all possible I'd like for her to stay with me."
"Absolutely. All of that is going to have to be done through social services but I don't see any reason why she shouldn't be able to. I should let you be. I'll call you in a few days. Again, I'm so sorry for your loss."
"Thank you," she said before hanging up the phone.
Tears flowed down her face as she looked at her granddaughter still sitting at the table, oblivious to the troubles of the world.
Author's Note-
What did you think of the first chapter? Like I said in the first part, this is a rough draft and any feedback would be greatly appreciated!
-EverydayDreamer02
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Relationships Burn (Rough Draft)
Teen FictionI don't know what to do anymore. I finally broke out of my shell. I finally made a friend. Now everything's broken. Why is it that every relationship I have seems to burn to the ground?
