One Fatal Day

The Fatal Day

Fourth Grade year, on a Friday in the fall days of October on a school day. Halloween was near because I could smell the Aroma of pumpkins cookies in the air

Mrs.Ruth always made the best treats for the bake sale. Knowingly , lunch was a hour away & my English class took forever to be over.

I just knew the smell would kill me in the meantime.

The chatter of students talking in the class made it difficult for me to work , so I just slumped into my chair & placed my head on my desk....

 Suddenly my Jitterbug went off .. It was on Vibrate like my mom orders me to have while I'm In school. The vibration sent a chill up my leg & onto my spine .

My Jitterbug was a small mobile device my parents bought for me to use only in emergencies. The only contacts that I programmed were my Mom , Dad & sister. So it was either of them calling.

As my Jitterbug continued to vibrate in my cargo shorts pocket I was hesitant to reach & pull it out. Being caught in class was the last consequence I wanted to receive. I wouldn't be able to go to the bake sale and my parents would've chewed me out , but the thought of who calling and why still bothered me. So I did the only thing I could , wait on the bell.

After realizing I slumped over the desk for about 40 minutes and fell into a nap. I checked the clock and noticed lunch was 20 minutes upon us.. i crammed answers on my paper in what time I had left and handed in my worksheet. It was about time for the bell , when my English teacher let us out due to Fall break approaching.

As we filed in line as a class to leave the room accordingly. I took the opportunity to dash straight for the restroom. When I got there a feeling of panic rushed into my chest. Like when you drop you a phone without it's case , that kind of panic... Taking notice of how many missed calls I had , made me wonder what the heck was going on.

So in panic , I dialed my mom first ... Voicemail ... in the mix of my hands shaking I figured I'd dialed the wrong number since she didn't answer.

Then I dialed my Father... Voicemail ...

I started blurting aloud "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"

Still unable to reach anyone , I lastly call my sister. She answers on the third ring.......

My eardrum was met by echo's of sirens banging against them loudly. I began to yell out my sister's name , although without a response. So I sat in the bathroom stall clinging on to the phone as terror rang out on the other line. I didn't hang up because it was the only call i was able to get thorough

My sisters cries suddenly came to the phone , she was shouting so loud I could not make out exactly what she was saying. then the thought of her playing a cruel joke on me begin to fill my head. Afterward her line just clicked off.

I regrouped myself & began to leave the restroom. It's been twenty minutes since I darted out the line and towards the bathroom. I was hungry for cookies , yet still curious about my missed calls & why my parents didn't answer.

Suddenly , the intercom speaker clicks on throughout the school. Which meant an announcement was about to be made. But , what could it be during during lunch. That's when I heard my name... The thought of panic from early filled my chest again. Being so overwhelmed I just collapsed onto the brick patterned wall in the hallway. I glued my eyes shut with my hands to ignore the announcement.

Everything wasn't making sense to me , as to why my parents called?what was all the noise on the other line with my sister? And why was I called over the intercom? In the mix of my thoughts and moments time , I out of nowhere feel my weight being lifted right off the ground. I began to fight it then , the smell of fragrances from Macy's Department store filled my nose. I knew for sure it was my Mother. So I just dug my head in her shoulders.

Then the thought crossed my mind , what was she doing here? I honestly didn't care though. A headache grew on me & I was ready to go. Although , when I opened my eyes. I noticed a huge coffee stain on my Mother's work blouse and worry in her eyes as she rushed me down the school Halls. So i knew something was up.

We've reached the office and my father is now in sight. He began to ask why I was I nowhere to be found or in the lunchroom. My Mother was moving so towards the doors she gave me no time to respond. After my Father signed me out of school , my Mother brought me to the family suburban and buckled me into my seat belt. She jumped in the passenger seat as my Father  threw the truck in gear and sped out of the school parking lot........

As we traveled down Main street , I noticed both of their phones smashed on the floor board of the truck cracked to pieces. That made me realize as to why my calls we're never answered. I brought myself to the confidence to began to question my Parents.

Whats Going on?   Where is my Sister? Why are you guys phones Broke?

The truck continued to be filled with silence. Every question i asked was answered  by a break of silence and query head nods between the two.

As we got closer to the house , I was hearing the same sirens I heard while over the phone with my sister. As we turned the last corner that put or house within eye sight , I felt cold all over again our house was a Horror scene....