Johns christmas
This story is of a boy, Johnny, of about 13 years of age. In 1987, there was a horrible car crash during the last minute Christmas rush. The Jenkins were headed home on Christmas Eve from a long day of shopping. In that fatal crash on the corner of Saints Boulevard and Walworth, were James and Lori Jenkins, Johnny's parents and only family he had. The blue sedan lost control on the black ice and took out a telephone pole taking Johnny's parents lives almost instantly. James and Lori were on their way home from getting the last minute necessities of sustenance and a few last minute gifts for Johnny and alms such as raiment and other toys at the local shopping center downtown. Unfortunately, that brutal Christmas Eve night left Johnny all alone in the world. The next morning Johnny was forced into a foster home; no more prodigious house, no more family, just strangers. His family's salable belongings would be sold off. All of Johnny's possessions were now a commodity. All Johnny had left were the clothes on his back. Loss of Johnny's past life was beyond collateral damage. Johnny would now have to importune for food and money. His foster home was no better than living on the streets. Every night if he thought Johnny deserved it or not; Mr. Homes would give him the belt and beat him senseless as Johnny cried into the night, tears filling his eyes and the moans in harmony with the tight cracks of the leather belt against his soft skin. As he grew up in the Homes household, he learned the rudiments of life and on Christmas Eve, approaching his 16th birthday he ran away from home. He brought all he could carry and left the rest as he walked the streets on his way back to see the house where he once lived most of his life. As he stared in the house and saw a family as he once had, gathered around the fireplace singing Christmas Carols and sipping eggnog, he looked up at the sky and whispered, "I wish I could spend Christmas with mom and dad again." Suddenly, a bright light blinded Johnny, like an angel gliding down to take him by the arm and make his wish come true. It was a car was swerving on the slippery Christmas roads and headed strait for him. All at once Johnny lost all his senses and could do nothing but shed a tear; stiffened with fright he just stood there, helpless. Johnny was hit and pinned between the car and the near by telephone pole by the driveway. As like Johnny's parents, the people in the car were killed almost instantly due to ruptured hearts and severe blows their heads, blood covering the windshield. As Johnny drew his last breathe and tears rolling down his face, blood covering him and the front of the car, all he could say was, "Mommy, Daddy, I'll be home for Christmas. I'm coming home… I'm coming home." Then Johnny's body went limp in the cold, crisp Christmas Eve air. All throughout the neighborhood, everyone stopped as flashing lights and sirens bombarded around the crash. Everyone began to rush outside to witness for themselves what had happened in their small rural town. Suddenly, a little girl, no older than 10, came forward in front of the towns people. Little Kayla let out a cry, "Stop! Everyone deserves to be home and with their family for Christmas, now let Johnny do the same, he's with the angels now." As Johnny was lifted away friends and families joined together and sung Christmas carols crying on one another's shoulders all throughout the night, lights brightening the sky in honor of the tragic event and at the loss of Johnny Jenkins. You see, everyone does deserve to be home and with their loved ones for Christmas, no matter what, and now Johnny no longer had to suffer.