What Makes Me Gratified?

I was sitting in the elementary school near my Blue Hill street apartment. It was period 8 and 9 language arts class, one of my favorite studies. Mr.Morrissey, my teacher was teaching us how to compose introductions. I was no longer sitting by the Other June, and I was gratified for that. And I was gratified for a surplus of things, but little did I know I was about to feel gratified for something much more imperative, my mother. With the events that took place, I thought my mother was going to kick the bucket, like what I wished for the Other June when I blurted “Good riddance to bad trash!”. There was a general alarm fire at my Mom’s, April’s manufactory job. It was caused by an appliance failure and due to the type of appliances and poor composition of the factory my mom was critically and mortally wounded and put in the …show more content…
“Mom! Wake up!”. “MOM! WAKE UP! COME ON WAKE UP!”. Like when I shouted in the school, people looked in the hallway, still confused, but with less confusion because they understood it was a hospital. They knew how I felt because a loved one, my own MOTHER! was injured. I felt full of rage. I had faith that my rage could push the world out of its gravitational orbit from the sun to the next galaxy over. But I felt mostly depression and sadness. It felt painful to feel that depressed and sad. It felt like I could dump as much water from my eyes as Hurricane Sandy did in New York back in 2012. Barbara then interrupted my train of thought. “Junie, she isn’t going to be awake for at least a month. Come on. Let’s go back to your house and eat dinner. I’ll call your school and tell them you won’t be there due to an emergency the rest of the week. “After that, the depression and sadness broke. I started sobbing and bawling so hard. I couldn’t stop. I thought to myself “We have to go now. I can’t be in public like this.”. And as I thought that I open my eyes as blurry as glasses are when they get wet, and walked back to go to the