~Prologue~

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It had been a while since Ellie had seen her friends. It wasn't because she had chosen not to, it had been because her grandfather had just passed away. She had done everything with him, including the boring parts. Though gramps had always made those memories fun. She missed her gramps desperately now, she wished she could turn back time and wished her gramps never got into the accident. After all, she thought, it had all been because of some stupid driver looking at their phone. Often, Ellie sat and wondered how many more amazing memories she could have made with him if his crash had never happened. How many more tines they would have taken a walk at the state park and pretended they could talk to the ducks even though they always swam away... those memories were some of the best. Though, time had passed and today was the first time in a long time Ellie's mom had decided it was time for Ellie to get out of the house. The only thing that seemed to cheer her up now were horses, they always have been a part of her life. Gramps and her would always go to his barn and feed the horses, and their was always time for riding after every chore had been finished. But memories were memories now, and no matter how much Ellie wanted to be upset and close everyone out of her life, she knew that gramps never would want that for her. He would sing a song to her that went like this, Ellie, my beautiful Ellie, you are the shining piece to my life, and you must know to never leave the light, because once you do, people can never see you through, Ellie my beautiful Ellie, always know that you don't need to change, you are you and you shall never feel blue. He would sing this to me every night before I went to bed, and even though back when I was younger I didn't quite know the meaning of it, I still knew it meant something great. And every night I would go to bed with the feeling of angels next to me, holding me, and protecting me. Then I would imagine gramps next to me watching over me as well. Now he is an angel, and I can still hear him sing the song before I go to bed every night. Over and over again....

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