Grandpa Balls: A Narrative Fiction

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To tell you the truth, sometimes I don’t know what is going on. Like now, for example. He died yesterday. Grandpa Bill. He’s gone. I feel like I should be sad, but I’m not. Why?
“Katie, get ready we need to get going.” My mom yelled from downstairs. Today was the day that I graduate but also the day I was being flown down to see Bill. Or was supposed to anyways. When you don’t see someone often how are you supposed to grieve? As I slid on my cap, clipped my bracelet that said ‘17 love gramps, and zipped up my gown I couldn’t help but remember yesterday.
Tick....Tick....Tick....
All I hear is the clock as each second goes by. Anytime he could go. My phone lit up next to me with a text from mom.
Dad is coming home tonight, he will be here
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John and I locked eyes and both knew what happened. As I walked out the door I feel the tears start flowing.
“Don’t say it, Jul. Don’t say it, I can’t hear it.” I said as I fell to a ball on the floor. I don’t even know what I was crying, all I know is I couldn’t stop.
“Katie...come here.” She said with open arms.
“No, get away. Leave the school.” I yelled. As I watched my sister walk down the hallway, I felt my heart shatter. She lost her grandpa too, it wasn’t just me. Those thoughts were pushed aside as I heard the door slowly open.
“Kat?” John said softly. He looked down and saw the heap of tears that I was in.
“Go away,” I said from under my sweatshirt. I always push everyone away, even in times like these. The door closed and I felt the warm air from his body as he sat down next to me.
“Katie look at me.” He said sternly. I sat up and looked him in the eyes. My face was red, my mascara was all over my face and my hair was a mess from crying.
“What do you want?” I said with a sniffle.
“I want you to know that...” he was interrupted by the school bell. I gathered my things, stood up and walked
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I woke up to the smell of fresh pancakes and coffee.
“What?” I looked around confused.
“Today is the day that you graduate!”
“Oh yeah...that’s right...” I forgot.
“Well get up and get ready!” Julia yelled. “You have to be at the school in two hours!”
Those next two hours constituted of burnt hair, makeup and a ton of pictures. As I drove down main street to the school I felt a flood of emotions hit me. This was the last time I would see my classmates all together. I sat in my car for a few minutes.
“I will see you again, this is not where it ends.” John came up from being my car.
“John, this a spur of the moment question but do you want to roadtrip with me to California? Just for three days.” I crawled out of my car. I put on my cap that said Do not be afraid, the Lord will be with you. 2 Chronicles 20:27.
“Of course I will Katie.” He started walking towards the school with me. As we walked, we talked about all the memories we had at this school. We literally grew up here.
“Get in line kids!” Mrs. Johnson yelled. “It’s time to walk!”
We all shuffled into place and one by one walked into the

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