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Prologue
The roar of students fills the hallway. Laughter and running footsteps echo between the walls. An energetic, smart, and optimistic blonde races down the hall to her locker. She gets her books swiftly eager to hear the fun stories her friends have. Her social studies teacher, Ms. Rain, smiles when she sees her, knowing she will have a bright future and admires her for that.
“Good morning Ms. Rain, I finally Memorized the greek alphabet,”she smiled .
“ We'll see about that!” responded Ms. Rain
They both giggled. Then, in the blink of an eye, Randy disappeared into the sea of student. But her happiness we spread through the wave of innocent minds. Maybe it's the smile on her face. Maybe it's the way she's not scared to be happy. Or maybe it's just the way she giggles at the food stain on your shirt. But, whatever it is, Randy brightens your day.
Just then, Ms. Rain's phone rang. It was the office.
“Hello, Ms. Rain speaking,” She answered
“ Yes! Hi, How are you?” The secretary said sternly
“Good” Ms. Rain replied coldly annoyed that the secretary is wasting time.
“Look, we need you to pass some very important information to Randy Deer.”
“Ok. What?”
“Her parents died in a car crash.”
“What? That's terrible!”
“ Yes, we know it is harsh news but you have till the end of the day to tell her.”
“O.K.” Ms. Rain responded with uncertainty in her voice
She the wrote the date 5/19/11 quickly on the black board and sat down at her desk and stressed on how she was going to present the bad news. The seconds felt like hours as she decided when to tell Randy. She needed help.
Ms. Rain ran to Mr. Mooledege's room. When she's there she is red in color and has beads of sweat racing down her face. Her usually blonde curly hair is now light brown with moister.
Mr. Mooledege saw the uncertainty in Ms. Rain face. He quickly stopped writing on the board and gestured her to sit down. He grabbed his notebook that he always seems to carry and sat next to her. His mind began to race on what possibly could be wrong.
“It's Randy,” Ms. Rain explained.
“What about her?”Mr. Mooledge asked
“Her parents got into a car crashed and died. Died! Oh and they were so nice. I wonder if her brother Rick knows. What a sweet and charming boy he is! Why do the worst of thing happen to the best of people?” She ranted ending in tears.
“ Whoa, calm down! Pull yourself together women. I realize you have emotional ties to this family but in a half hour you have to go in and teach. Show the classmates new things. Point them in the right direction for the future.”
Ms. Rain sniffled. She looked at Mr. Mooledge’ s strong gaze. He never knew how she felt about Randy's brother. But then again no one did. In contrast though, she knew Mr. Mooledge was right. Her class couldn't see her like this. What good of a teacher would she be?
“What should I do? The office told me to tell her. But I don't think I can.” The desperateness in Ms. Rains voice unease Mr. Mooledge. He never saw her like this.
“I will tell her. I'm the period right before you have her. Things will be alright for them. Randy is a strong person. She probably won't even cry in front of us.”
“Alright,”Ms. Rain agreed, “ Thank you so much.”
Deep Inside Ms. Rain had many misgivings this situation. She felt as if her own parents died. What will happen to Randy? To Rick?
Chapter 1
Everything happened swiftly. When Mr. Mooledege called me outside his classroom I knew something was wrong. There was a glistening dullness he had in his eyes that I noticed. This talk in private wasn't something I wanted to be a part of.
“Randy there is something I need to talk to you about.” Mr. Mooledege explained with a serious complexion. I braced my self for the worst be that was nothing was nothing compared to what I heard next. “ Your parents have.... passed away in a car crash.”
` “What!”I ask thinking I didn't hear right.
“Your parents died. I know nothing else. Now I would like you to try an stay calm about the situation.”
“ Stay calm! How can I stay calm!” I felt a river form on my face. “No! That can't be.” I screamed! I couldn't take it. I ran. I'm not sure why. But I did. Into the bathroom. It felt like a safe place to cry. But not just cry. Think. Reason on what I just heard. I didn't know why no one stopped me. Maybe because they know. I hope they don't. They can't! Maybe he joking. No, he is not cruel. I knew this was possible, but I never thought it would happen to me.
Then I walked into the stall. My confusion turned to reality. I just sat there. In the bathroom. Wondering. Wondering if this really happened. Wondering why he asked me to stay clam. Wondering if anyone else knew. How would others react? What about my sister and my brother? Do they know? Even though they are in there 20's, are they crying as well? Are they asking the same questions?
Just then a voice breaks deep contemplation. “Randy? Are you in here?” it was my social studies teacher Ms. Rain.
“What do you want?” I say sheepishly. I sniffle to try and hold back tears. But the tiny revolting beads of water continued to form a river. Why am I acting like this? I can't be weak now. I need to be strong.
“We are beginning period 7. You and your classmates are learning about the Greek culture today. I know you were excited for that.” I can feel her desperateness to make me feel better. To ease her stress I walk out of the stall. The current of the river seamed to slow to a stop. Ms. Rain's eyes were wide with a variety of emotions. She was bitting her lip. Her hand had a lite clutch on her arm as she leaned against the bathroom doorway.
I looked into the mirror. Red circles surrounded my eyes. My face is paler than usual my blonde straightened hair is now frizzy from the great amount stress I've been though in the past 40 minuets. I glance back at Miss Rain who is walking toward me. She fakes a smile like she knows everything is going to be alright. I know better though. I know she is just trying to comfort me. Even though my knowledge is correct I give a half smile back.
“ Are you ok? ” she questions as she rubs my shoulder.
“I guess I don't have a choice.” I assume.
“Do you want to come back to class?”
“Sure.” I reply. I don't think I can say anything else.
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There is an awkward tension between Ms. Rain and I as we walk down the hallway. I don't know why she cared so much. Then again I have never been in her position. I never had to comfort anyone who knew someone who had died. When I finally walk into the classroom I see my books on my desk. I wondered who brought them for me. I saw Ms. Rain thank Mrs. Plum for watching the class . I'm glad Ms. Rain was my next period class. She may be the only one who knows how I feel.
Her brother had recently passed a couple mouths earlier. I caught her crying in her her classroom when I went to ask her a question about the homework. I didn't mean to walk in on her but I was sorry I did. When she turned to face me, beads of water streamed down the side of her face. At least 8th period (our last period)was over and no one else had to see her. Good thing too. Her eye-makeup streamed down her face. Her hair, which usually fell in perfect ringlets that moved with the curves of her face, was a disheveled frizzy mess. Her crystal blue eyes had lost the gleam of joy she had when teaching. Ms. Rain was one of the most optimistic people I knew, but even she didn't see the better side of me knowing about the loss of her brother. Until now that is.
After class was over, Ms Rain tells me to stay after class. She knew I couldn't pay attention to her lesson. I knew she understood because after I saw her in her room that day, for weeks Ms. Rain never had the same enjoyment. But it looked liked she learned the true meaning of “healing time”.
“Randy, I--”she started to say but I couldn't help but interrupt.
“There is nothing you can do about my dilemma. Like you said, everything will be fine. I know you know how I feel. But some how I don't know how I feel. I won't be here tomorrow but I will try to do the best I can to make it through the year. I know you want to say `I'm sorry for your loss` but you haven't done anything. Why feel bad for something that doesn't effect you?”
“Randy you have every right to say that. When you saw me crying in that room that day, I didn't know what to do. I'm pretty sure you don't either. If you want you can always talk to me. I was wondering if you needed anything at home, I would be grateful to help.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I will be fine.” I stated. Turning around, I walked out of the room. I then walked into math class right next store to social studies. Eyes starred at me as my feet lead me to my seat. But the stares are not the ones that leave make me feel left out or guilty. They are more looks of sympathy and disbelief. They know. They all know. I don't know how or why or if it was obvious but they know everything. It was unfair to think that they may understand what just happened more than I do when it happened to me.
Prologue
The roar of students fills the hallway. Laughter and running footsteps echo between the walls. An energetic, smart, and optimistic blonde races down the hall to her locker. She gets her books swiftly eager to hear the fun stories her friends have. Her social studies teacher, Ms. Rain, smiles when she sees her, knowing she will have a bright future and admires her for that.
“Good morning Ms. Rain, I finally Memorized the greek alphabet,”she smiled .
“ We'll see about that!” responded Ms. Rain
They both giggled. Then, in the blink of an eye, Randy disappeared into the sea of student. But her happiness we spread through the wave of innocent minds. Maybe it's the smile on her face. Maybe it's the way she's not scared to be happy. Or maybe it's just the way she giggles at the food stain on your shirt. But, whatever it is, Randy brightens your day.
Just then, Ms. Rain's phone rang. It was the office.
“Hello, Ms. Rain speaking,” She answered
“ Yes! Hi, How are you?” The secretary said sternly
“Good” Ms. Rain replied coldly annoyed that the secretary is wasting time.
“Look, we need you to pass some very important information to Randy Deer.”
“Ok. What?”
“Her parents died in a car crash.”
“What? That's terrible!”
“ Yes, we know it is harsh news but you have till the end of the day to tell her.”
“O.K.” Ms. Rain responded with uncertainty in her voice
She the wrote the date 5/19/11 quickly on the black board and sat down at her desk and stressed on how she was going to present the bad news. The seconds felt like hours as she decided when to tell Randy. She needed help.
Ms. Rain ran to Mr. Mooledege's room. When she's there she is red in color and has beads of sweat racing down her face. Her usually blonde curly hair is now light brown with moister.
Mr. Mooledege saw the uncertainty in Ms. Rain face. He quickly stopped writing on the board and gestured her to sit down. He grabbed his notebook that he always seems to carry and sat next to her. His mind began to race on what possibly could be wrong.
“It's Randy,” Ms. Rain explained.
“What about her?”Mr. Mooledge asked
“Her parents got into a car crashed and died. Died! Oh and they were so nice. I wonder if her brother Rick knows. What a sweet and charming boy he is! Why do the worst of thing happen to the best of people?” She ranted ending in tears.
“ Whoa, calm down! Pull yourself together women. I realize you have emotional ties to this family but in a half hour you have to go in and teach. Show the classmates new things. Point them in the right direction for the future.”
Ms. Rain sniffled. She looked at Mr. Mooledge’ s strong gaze. He never knew how she felt about Randy's brother. But then again no one did. In contrast though, she knew Mr. Mooledge was right. Her class couldn't see her like this. What good of a teacher would she be?
“What should I do? The office told me to tell her. But I don't think I can.” The desperateness in Ms. Rains voice unease Mr. Mooledge. He never saw her like this.
“I will tell her. I'm the period right before you have her. Things will be alright for them. Randy is a strong person. She probably won't even cry in front of us.”
“Alright,”Ms. Rain agreed, “ Thank you so much.”
Deep Inside Ms. Rain had many misgivings this situation. She felt as if her own parents died. What will happen to Randy? To Rick?
Chapter 1
Everything happened swiftly. When Mr. Mooledege called me outside his classroom I knew something was wrong. There was a glistening dullness he had in his eyes that I noticed. This talk in private wasn't something I wanted to be a part of.
“Randy there is something I need to talk to you about.” Mr. Mooledege explained with a serious complexion. I braced my self for the worst be that was nothing was nothing compared to what I heard next. “ Your parents have.... passed away in a car crash.”
` “What!”I ask thinking I didn't hear right.
“Your parents died. I know nothing else. Now I would like you to try an stay calm about the situation.”
“ Stay calm! How can I stay calm!” I felt a river form on my face. “No! That can't be.” I screamed! I couldn't take it. I ran. I'm not sure why. But I did. Into the bathroom. It felt like a safe place to cry. But not just cry. Think. Reason on what I just heard. I didn't know why no one stopped me. Maybe because they know. I hope they don't. They can't! Maybe he joking. No, he is not cruel. I knew this was possible, but I never thought it would happen to me.
Then I walked into the stall. My confusion turned to reality. I just sat there. In the bathroom. Wondering. Wondering if this really happened. Wondering why he asked me to stay clam. Wondering if anyone else knew. How would others react? What about my sister and my brother? Do they know? Even though they are in there 20's, are they crying as well? Are they asking the same questions?
Just then a voice breaks deep contemplation. “Randy? Are you in here?” it was my social studies teacher Ms. Rain.
“What do you want?” I say sheepishly. I sniffle to try and hold back tears. But the tiny revolting beads of water continued to form a river. Why am I acting like this? I can't be weak now. I need to be strong.
“We are beginning period 7. You and your classmates are learning about the Greek culture today. I know you were excited for that.” I can feel her desperateness to make me feel better. To ease her stress I walk out of the stall. The current of the river seamed to slow to a stop. Ms. Rain's eyes were wide with a variety of emotions. She was bitting her lip. Her hand had a lite clutch on her arm as she leaned against the bathroom doorway.
I looked into the mirror. Red circles surrounded my eyes. My face is paler than usual my blonde straightened hair is now frizzy from the great amount stress I've been though in the past 40 minuets. I glance back at Miss Rain who is walking toward me. She fakes a smile like she knows everything is going to be alright. I know better though. I know she is just trying to comfort me. Even though my knowledge is correct I give a half smile back.
“ Are you ok? ” she questions as she rubs my shoulder.
“I guess I don't have a choice.” I assume.
“Do you want to come back to class?”
“Sure.” I reply. I don't think I can say anything else.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
There is an awkward tension between Ms. Rain and I as we walk down the hallway. I don't know why she cared so much. Then again I have never been in her position. I never had to comfort anyone who knew someone who had died. When I finally walk into the classroom I see my books on my desk. I wondered who brought them for me. I saw Ms. Rain thank Mrs. Plum for watching the class . I'm glad Ms. Rain was my next period class. She may be the only one who knows how I feel.
Her brother had recently passed a couple mouths earlier. I caught her crying in her her classroom when I went to ask her a question about the homework. I didn't mean to walk in on her but I was sorry I did. When she turned to face me, beads of water streamed down the side of her face. At least 8th period (our last period)was over and no one else had to see her. Good thing too. Her eye-makeup streamed down her face. Her hair, which usually fell in perfect ringlets that moved with the curves of her face, was a disheveled frizzy mess. Her crystal blue eyes had lost the gleam of joy she had when teaching. Ms. Rain was one of the most optimistic people I knew, but even she didn't see the better side of me knowing about the loss of her brother. Until now that is.
After class was over, Ms Rain tells me to stay after class. She knew I couldn't pay attention to her lesson. I knew she understood because after I saw her in her room that day, for weeks Ms. Rain never had the same enjoyment. But it looked liked she learned the true meaning of “healing time”.
“Randy, I--”she started to say but I couldn't help but interrupt.
“There is nothing you can do about my dilemma. Like you said, everything will be fine. I know you know how I feel. But some how I don't know how I feel. I won't be here tomorrow but I will try to do the best I can to make it through the year. I know you want to say `I'm sorry for your loss` but you haven't done anything. Why feel bad for something that doesn't effect you?”
“Randy you have every right to say that. When you saw me crying in that room that day, I didn't know what to do. I'm pretty sure you don't either. If you want you can always talk to me. I was wondering if you needed anything at home, I would be grateful to help.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I will be fine.” I stated. Turning around, I walked out of the room. I then walked into math class right next store to social studies. Eyes starred at me as my feet lead me to my seat. But the stares are not the ones that leave make me feel left out or guilty. They are more looks of sympathy and disbelief. They know. They all know. I don't know how or why or if it was obvious but they know everything. It was unfair to think that they may understand what just happened more than I do when it happened to me.
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