I was reading a book in class when a bad feeling in my gut struck me like lightning bolt. Something bad is going to happen I just know it I thought to myself. Then suddenly a terrible thought came upon on me. What about my grandma; she was sick and old but it couldn't be. I don't even remember her; I made a desperate prayer in hopes she was alive and recovering in India right then. I felt a tap on my shoulder "It's almost home time, Durga. Aren't you tired, you look pretty fazed out?" whispered my friend Samhita. "Yeah, just tired that's all." I mumbled back to her. The bell went, signaling that school's over, I rushed to the coat hooks putting on all my stuff in a hurry and bolting out the door. I walked home that day hundreds of thoughts swimming through my head.
As I turned the corner towards my house I took a good look at it; a brick red four level spilt, creamy white garage with a paint splat on the pavement embedded with rock. I walked in to the kitchen to see a note on the fridge written by my mom telling me that my grandma had died of a heart attack a few hours ago and that my dad had booked a last minute flight ticket to go be at her cremation, but oddly enough my mom was still at work. Tears threatened to flow out of my eyes as I did my homework; it was useless trying to hold them in so I threw my homework aside and started quietly crying. I decided to get ready for bed since nothing productive was going come out of this evening; I drifted off to sleep in pretty quickly hugging my teddy bear tightly.
Nobody got why I was sad so I just buried myself in books for writing. I never had any interest in books but from then on books made me happier; becoming a part of my life forever. That was my turning point changing my views on books forever.