The day of March 27, 2017. It was a normal day. A slow day for a Monday actually, no I’m lying to myself. On Monday, March 27, 2017 was the beginning of my never-ending hell, which I hadn’t realized was happening till the end when I realized my sister was really dead. The morning wasn’t very special, I wasn’t home, but at my friend Miranda’s house. She decided to have a party Sunday night, which lasted till 3 am. Although I didn’t stop her since she was damn carefree about it, I was just going with the flow and said “sure why the hell not?” The morning I left her home was at 7 am to make it to my aunt’s home to help her babysit my little cousin. After all, I made plans with her and I wasn’t going to just break a promise because I had partied
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I couldn’t help but smile and hug him back happily. My Aunt smiled to me and asked how I was doing which would usually lie and say I’m fine even though I would usually be sleep deprived. My Aunt had made my little cousin and I breakfast and headed out giving us both a kiss on the head and wishing us a nice day. I couldn’t help but smile and say “You too! have fun day at work! “which I had felt like a total idiot after hearing what I said in my head, who the hell has fun at work? I shook my head and smiled to Myles asking him “what should we do today? “. The four-year-old gleamed with excitement “Let’s Draw! “he said excitedly. Of course, drawing was an easy task, just supplying him with paper and crayons was no problem. I did my homework quietly as Myles let his little imagination soar onto the paper, breaking a few crayons in the …show more content…
I turned off the stove and reached for the cell phone on the left side of the marble counter top. I frowned as answered, my father never usually would call me so I had a feeling something was wrong. “Hello? “ . On the other side of the phone was my father who was quiet, as if he was choosing his words carefully before he would speak. “I have something to tell you and don’t get upset okay? “ . I raised a brow a little annoyed when he would say something like that, it was either he was going to piss me off or he’s having probably done something that would get on my nerves. “What is it? “I asked curiously yet calm as I was having some patience for once. “Remember the night Ashley asked you to dinner on the day of March 22nd? Well she was murdered that night”. I stayed quiet for a moment and tried to think it was all a cruel joke. “Stop joking around like that, it’s not funny “I spoke getting rather upset. My father’s tone was a sorrowful one as he spoke. “It’s not a joke…well talk about it later when you get home. “ . Then he hung up the phone, I stood there shaking, trying to comprehend what had just happened. I sat on the couch in silence, feeling torn and my heart slowly breaking. I felt as my body had been frozen as I lay there thinking ‘I’m never going to see her
I couldn’t help but smile and hug him back happily. My Aunt smiled to me and asked how I was doing which would usually lie and say I’m fine even though I would usually be sleep deprived. My Aunt had made my little cousin and I breakfast and headed out giving us both a kiss on the head and wishing us a nice day. I couldn’t help but smile and say “You too! have fun day at work! “which I had felt like a total idiot after hearing what I said in my head, who the hell has fun at work? I shook my head and smiled to Myles asking him “what should we do today? “. The four-year-old gleamed with excitement “Let’s Draw! “he said excitedly. Of course, drawing was an easy task, just supplying him with paper and crayons was no problem. I did my homework quietly as Myles let his little imagination soar onto the paper, breaking a few crayons in the …show more content…
I turned off the stove and reached for the cell phone on the left side of the marble counter top. I frowned as answered, my father never usually would call me so I had a feeling something was wrong. “Hello? “ . On the other side of the phone was my father who was quiet, as if he was choosing his words carefully before he would speak. “I have something to tell you and don’t get upset okay? “ . I raised a brow a little annoyed when he would say something like that, it was either he was going to piss me off or he’s having probably done something that would get on my nerves. “What is it? “I asked curiously yet calm as I was having some patience for once. “Remember the night Ashley asked you to dinner on the day of March 22nd? Well she was murdered that night”. I stayed quiet for a moment and tried to think it was all a cruel joke. “Stop joking around like that, it’s not funny “I spoke getting rather upset. My father’s tone was a sorrowful one as he spoke. “It’s not a joke…well talk about it later when you get home. “ . Then he hung up the phone, I stood there shaking, trying to comprehend what had just happened. I sat on the couch in silence, feeling torn and my heart slowly breaking. I felt as my body had been frozen as I lay there thinking ‘I’m never going to see her