Baggage of Life

Okay class,what is the answer to this problem? Asks the math Teacher Mrs. Trill.

The bell ring. As the class gets their books. She shouts Reagan they need you in the office. Reagan doesn't know why?

Am I in trouble? I think to myself. Did I do something wrong? Do I have a doctor's appointment that I forgot about? I put my books away and the secretary says,Your grandma will be picking you up in a couple of minutes. As I still question what's going on. I go and get my books.

My grandma shows up in the front of my school. (Brakin middle school.) I get in the cherry red Honda,and smile at my grandma,and ask where are we going. I look into her eyes and see pain,and fear. She says with a silent faint voice. Something bad happened. My heart starts to race. What? I ask what? Tell me what has happened. Your dad has passed away. She says with tears flooding out her eyes. I sit there in shock with my jar dropping to the floor. I scream not my daddy,not my daddy! Then we pull up to my white house. I run in side. Still on shock. I run to my sister and she whispers,its okay,its okay. My brother is outside,standing there. I don't pay attention to him after that. Then everything goes blank.

6:23 P.M. November 17

What is going on?? I ask myself. What did I do to deserve this? Why me?? I can't keep asking why! God,how dare you take him so fast like that? He was my everything and you've messed everything up!! "Reagan,you need to eat somethkng." Says her aunt. Reagan freaks out and runs to her room and slams the door. I hated life! I hate it I hate I hate it! Nothing will ever be the same!! I want everything back to the way it was. People keep checking on me and all I do is tell them to go away. How can everyone act like nothing's happened? My world fell apart and will NEVER be able to get fixed again.

November 18 8:00 am

"Reagan,sweetie you've got to get up,we need to go to Garden City and get the clothes to put on your daddy for the viewing." Says my mom. "Are you crazy?! You expect me to be able to just roll out of bed and be fine?" I answer. "No but I know your dad would want you kids to pick it out for him." She replies "Mom why did this even happen?" I'm to young.