Monday, January 18, 2010

Kira shows her dedication.





Here is her story:


Final Draft: SEAN

"GET OUT, YOU JERKS!" My roommate, Tazzijah, yelled at my uncle Sean and his girlfriend, Brandi. "At least let me say goodnight to Alaina!" He burst into my room, "Baby girl, I'm going to come back later on tonight or tomorrow," he whispered slowly. I could smell alcohol strongly in his kiss. "Promise you won't get yourself hurt!" I whispered back loudly. "I promise, and swear across my heart, hope to die in junior high!" he solemnly said. "Now close your eyes." I heard footsteps, the front door, and I knew he was gone.

Sean is driving his motorcycle, Brandi on back, breathing calmly, wind swooshing against his burnt forest hair. A man two cars behind them goes "speedy hundreds", and rams into the ancient motorcycle. Sean and Brandi swerve. As Sean loses control of the direction they are going, they crash into a guard rail.

"Alaina, Alaina, Honey," an unknown voice calls my name. Then I realize, that is my mother. It's extremely dark, and she is sitting on my legs.

"Get off me," I whined, sleepily. "What do you want?" I added, looking at my clock. "It's three in the morning! You better have a good reason for waking me up this early!"

"I,I,I... do. Uncle Sean... died." She started bursting waterworks, while I tried to process what she had just said. "HE'S MY BABY UNCLE, HE CAN'T DIE ON ME LIKE EVERYONE ELSE HAS," I screamed in horror. What I said was true; my dad left, my grandparents died, my aunts died, and most of my friends died, too. So all I had left was my mother, my step family, and my last living uncle, Chas, who I can't see. "He promised." was all I could get out.

That was 3 months ago. "What does she have? What sickness?" my mother asked, frantically. The doctor had received the results to some blood tests I had done almost a month ago. We're at Dr. Siriu's office, "She has an unknown disease, but it isn't contagious, as you can very well see." He turns to me," Do you think you can force that stomach of yours to chow down on something? Some veggies would be good. Meanwhile, I will do all I can to bring your fever down and find some type of cure." I weakly nod my head then manage to choke out, "I want my Uncle Sean."

My mother puts up her index finger, "That reminds me! Ever since my brother died she has been waking up in the middle of the night, screaming in pain." She looks at him suspiciously, "Do you think this 'unknown disease' has anything to do with his departure?" He eyeballed me, "Possibly, I doubt it though. I've never heard of any 'broken heart' sickness. But it never hurts to remain optimistic."

When we got into the car my mom cried. "Please stay alive, I don't know what I will do without you!" I looked at her with serious eyes. "I will try my hardest," I promised, " I can't do much else." The rest of the drive, we rode in sorrow and sadness.

Someone stood at our front door. It was a man, with Brandi, who survived the accident. She must've lost her keys, or something. I couldn't believe she came back so fast with another guy, to try to replace my baby uncle! When I got to the door, Brandi said, "Alaina, I got a call from the hospital." The man she had next to her turned so I could see his face, as I stood in disbelief. My aching body felt good for the first time in a long time, and I suddenly felt hunger.

"Baby uncley?" My voice sounded stronger already, using Sean's old nickname. Humongous arms wrapped me tightly into what felt like a rock wall. "I'm here." He said, happiness cracking his voice. "What happened to you?" I asked, my voice strong as ever, making a soprano echo of his sound. "Long story. The doctors finally let me out of the hospital. I just realized, some of the most happy of times could happen after such a horrible accident." At the moment I couldn't agree more. Then he promised he would try to never make Tazz mad like that again, and promised he would stay with me for a long time. I guess I have to see it he means that.

4 comments:

  1. Dear Kira,

    What a fantastic story. You painted a picture that was truly beautiful. I loved your description of Sean as having "Burnt forest hair". That was a sensational vision for me. And his strong arms wrapped around you. You my dear, are a wonderful writer. Congratulations! Is this for school or did you just feel like writing it?
    I'll be passing this around. I love you!
    Love, Grandma Karen

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  2. My dear Kira, I am so sorry for you loss and wish I was able to be there to comfort you. Since our new reunion this last year, I have been able to truly enjoy my beautiful grandaughter and have much delight in talking to you and being with you as much as I am allowed to be. I have experienced much loss in my family and truly know your hurt. What is most important is that you have to remember that the people that are most dear to us and taken from us are really angels and have had their calling to leave us. We must always remember the people we hold dearest to our heart and I have truly enjoyed our visits and conversations this past year. I will ALWAYS be here for you, and I never did die. I love you with all my heart and will never forget our times at Chuck E cheese when you were 5 years old, in Spokane.I will always Love you and truly cherish every second I am allowed to have with you. My heart to you, Grandma Terri

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  3. I think it is ridiculously funny that I am in my Master's of Education program and I ask Kira for a copy of the paper that she is writing in my Google Docs account. I believe what I meant was, "Do I have your permission to share your writing?" She knew. he he

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  4. The dedication and heart that was put into this paper is but a small piece of all that Kira has to offer. She is an amazing writer. She is a loving girl. She cares and is passionate about her beliefs. This story is shared with family only because Kira gave me permission to share it. I am proud of her having the ability to share her feelings with those around her near and far.

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