I blow my nose one more time as I look out my bedroom window. The bright sun isn't even enough to light up my bedroom and make me smile. I sit there on my bed with a tissue pressed to my face. Warm tears roll down my cheeks and onto my box I have in my hand. I open it.
Inside the box are memories. Sweet memories of my past. How I wish I could go back to them. But I can't. Not now. Not now...because he is dead. My dad, I mean. He died from cancer. It became too much for him and he decided to quit chemo. It tore my mother up inside that he wouldn't hold on just for a few more years. At least he isn't in pain anymore.
Some sunlight spreads down into the box and my eye catches a picture. I carefully pull it out of the box as a tear drips down on it. I wipe it off using the tissue I hold in my hand. It is a picture of my dad and I. We are sitting outside of the school I once attended. Degrassi, it was called. Degrassi Community High school. My dad, Snake,was sitting on the steps with his arm around me. My mom, Spike must have taken the picture.
I set the picture back in the box. Suddenly a flash of anger and sadness came over me as I clutched the box and put the lid to it back on. Why did he have to die? Why him? He was a teacher at Degrassi. Probably the best one there. He would have made a great teacher at the school I attend now too. You know, since he got a job offer there and everything.
I go to Toronto High now. It is a high school for ninth grade to twelfth grade, obviously. It is a great school as far as I can tell. Some of my friends moved over with me. My friends such as Paige, Sean, Craig, Hazel, Alex, Spinner, and Manny. You know, the usual friends.
"Time for school Emma! Lets go!" My mother called up to me from our house.
I guess I forgot to tell you too. We moved. My old house brought back too many memories and it hurt my mom more. She decided to buy the house by Craig's. Craig and Iare like brother and sister. We do everything together and tell each other everything too.
I reached down for my backpack, which was resting against my feet and stood up beside my bed. I walked over to my bedroom door, opened it, and walked down the stairs into the living room. My mother faced me as I turned around to walk out of the front door and to join Craig outside.
"Good morning, Em," he said with a smile.
"Morning, Craig" I said with a sigh.
Craig noticed that I had been crying and wrapped his arms around me as we walked to school together. Now, I know what you are thinking. Like I said before. We are like brother and sister. I think anyways. Well, at least he noticed I was crying and wrapped his arms around me for comfort, right?