In loving memory of Christopher:
My parents sent me to a Catholic Boarding school when I was twelve. Everyday was pretty much the same. Wake up at 8:00am, make our beds, go to the church at 10:00am to pray, and then off to class. My whole life seemed to be balanced until one day…
It all started out normal. I got up made my bed, prayed and then I was off to class. However, before I reached my class I felt sick to my stomach so I stopped by the nurses office to see what was going on with me. She told me that I had the flu and that I should rest for a couple hours. This happened at 10:00am. At 12:00pm the school headmaster walked in and whispered some information into the nurses ear. I was unaware at the time as to what the information was; all I know is that after their conversation you could see the nurse had a shocked expression. She let me know that my parents were on there way to pick me up. It takes two hours to come to my school so she told me to hang tight. At first I thought that my parents were picking me up because of my flu little did I know what was waiting for me at …show more content…
I couldn’t bare seeing him laying in his bed without making a sound. Therefore I decided to stay on the couch near the chimney. In fact, I stayed on the same couch for six weeks before I got the courage to see him again. I hadn’t been in his room for so long. As I approached the bed I saw the candles and flowers that my parents and relatives left for him. I noticed that he was no longer covered in bandages. As I got closer to his body I could see the wounds from the impact. The accident didn’t leave much damage except for the bruise on his left temple. I would imagine that because he was so small that it didn’t take much to knock him out for good. Before stepping out I took another look at his room. It was exactly the same as I had left it except for the bed. The bed was four feet long and made of wood. One foot for each
My parents sent me to a Catholic Boarding school when I was twelve. Everyday was pretty much the same. Wake up at 8:00am, make our beds, go to the church at 10:00am to pray, and then off to class. My whole life seemed to be balanced until one day…
It all started out normal. I got up made my bed, prayed and then I was off to class. However, before I reached my class I felt sick to my stomach so I stopped by the nurses office to see what was going on with me. She told me that I had the flu and that I should rest for a couple hours. This happened at 10:00am. At 12:00pm the school headmaster walked in and whispered some information into the nurses ear. I was unaware at the time as to what the information was; all I know is that after their conversation you could see the nurse had a shocked expression. She let me know that my parents were on there way to pick me up. It takes two hours to come to my school so she told me to hang tight. At first I thought that my parents were picking me up because of my flu little did I know what was waiting for me at …show more content…
I couldn’t bare seeing him laying in his bed without making a sound. Therefore I decided to stay on the couch near the chimney. In fact, I stayed on the same couch for six weeks before I got the courage to see him again. I hadn’t been in his room for so long. As I approached the bed I saw the candles and flowers that my parents and relatives left for him. I noticed that he was no longer covered in bandages. As I got closer to his body I could see the wounds from the impact. The accident didn’t leave much damage except for the bruise on his left temple. I would imagine that because he was so small that it didn’t take much to knock him out for good. Before stepping out I took another look at his room. It was exactly the same as I had left it except for the bed. The bed was four feet long and made of wood. One foot for each