The Worst September of my Life, chapter 2
I lived in the world of flashbacks for a while. Like for the rest of September. I wouldn't talk to anyone, I'd just sit there. I didn't go back to school until the middle of October. Most people there thought I died. My friends didn't even ask me what happened because they knew I would start to cry. She was my favorite grandma, I could talk to her more than I could talk to my own mom. She just seemed to understand me better.
*Flashback* I'm turning 6 in this one.
I was at a roller rink in San Jose for my birthday party. Everybody got to put on these really old rollar skates that were from like the 50's and skate around. "Ammy (it's what I called mt grandma ever since I could talk. I didn't want to call her Grammy, I wanted something different.) will you come out and skate with us?" I asked.
"Stacie you know that I can't skate. How about we go and have cake and ice cream now? You can open presents." She said.
"Please Ammy. I'll help you." She shook her head. "Okay, we can go now." We went into this party room with everybody and did the normal birthday stuff. It was fun.
*End of flashback*
Now that I go back and think about it that was the last time we ever went skating there. A few years later they tore down the building to put in parking for the mall down the street.
*Another birthday flashback* I'm turning 9.
We're walking into a bowling alley. The only people I thought that were coming were my grandparents. I never expected anyone but them to be there for my party. My parents and grandparents invited all my friends (all four of them whoo!)
to come to the bowling alley for a surprize party. For the rest of the day we were bowling and eating pizza and just fooling around in the arcade.
One of my friends and I found this bucket full of tickets (the type arcades use). The garbage can they were in was catching water from a hole in the celing. We took out all the tickets and seperated the wet from dry. We ended up finding around 100,000 good dry tickets. That was cool. I even got a bowling ball that everybody signed.
*End of flashback*
That was the last time I ever went there, too. It makes me sad to think that all the places I used to go with my grandma are to gone from my life. I moved away from San Jose the next year in the middle of second grade. I rarely ever went back to visit because my parents didn't like the 'city life'. I've always loved it down there. I just feel like I belong and taking away from me what I knew forever was heartbreaking. That goes in two directions, moving and my grandma dying.
Now, come to think of it I've always had a rotten September, well for as long as I can remember. (I'm not trying to ryhme.) In the fourth grade my grandma had to go into the hospital for six months in September. In fifth, she was in the hospital again, and we had the car accident where all of us could have died.
In the sixth grade, I had this huge fight with my friends and my parents almost made me go and live with my other grandparents across the country.
In seventh, I was really sick and stayed home for three weeks and my friends from San Jose stopped talking to me. My grandma also starting having seziures and I was afraid to go the. And in eighth grade, you know what happened. Ever since the fourth grade my grandma was in the hospital for my birthday in February for other reasons.
Later in October I found out my friends grandma also died in September, but that was the first time anything like that happened for her. My parents and I have fought a lot more since then, but that's not my fault. And ever since then if you say the word September, or die or something like that I won't be able to say anything.
I have personal issues with Wake Me Up When September Ends, and some of my friends say that I over-react when I hear it, but they're the one's who've never had anything like that happen.
That has been the worst September of my life.
*Flashback* I'm turning 6 in this one.
I was at a roller rink in San Jose for my birthday party. Everybody got to put on these really old rollar skates that were from like the 50's and skate around. "Ammy (it's what I called mt grandma ever since I could talk. I didn't want to call her Grammy, I wanted something different.) will you come out and skate with us?" I asked.
"Stacie you know that I can't skate. How about we go and have cake and ice cream now? You can open presents." She said.
"Please Ammy. I'll help you." She shook her head. "Okay, we can go now." We went into this party room with everybody and did the normal birthday stuff. It was fun.
*End of flashback*
Now that I go back and think about it that was the last time we ever went skating there. A few years later they tore down the building to put in parking for the mall down the street.
*Another birthday flashback* I'm turning 9.
We're walking into a bowling alley. The only people I thought that were coming were my grandparents. I never expected anyone but them to be there for my party. My parents and grandparents invited all my friends (all four of them whoo!)
to come to the bowling alley for a surprize party. For the rest of the day we were bowling and eating pizza and just fooling around in the arcade.
One of my friends and I found this bucket full of tickets (the type arcades use). The garbage can they were in was catching water from a hole in the celing. We took out all the tickets and seperated the wet from dry. We ended up finding around 100,000 good dry tickets. That was cool. I even got a bowling ball that everybody signed.
*End of flashback*
That was the last time I ever went there, too. It makes me sad to think that all the places I used to go with my grandma are to gone from my life. I moved away from San Jose the next year in the middle of second grade. I rarely ever went back to visit because my parents didn't like the 'city life'. I've always loved it down there. I just feel like I belong and taking away from me what I knew forever was heartbreaking. That goes in two directions, moving and my grandma dying.
Now, come to think of it I've always had a rotten September, well for as long as I can remember. (I'm not trying to ryhme.) In the fourth grade my grandma had to go into the hospital for six months in September. In fifth, she was in the hospital again, and we had the car accident where all of us could have died.
In the sixth grade, I had this huge fight with my friends and my parents almost made me go and live with my other grandparents across the country.
In seventh, I was really sick and stayed home for three weeks and my friends from San Jose stopped talking to me. My grandma also starting having seziures and I was afraid to go the. And in eighth grade, you know what happened. Ever since the fourth grade my grandma was in the hospital for my birthday in February for other reasons.
Later in October I found out my friends grandma also died in September, but that was the first time anything like that happened for her. My parents and I have fought a lot more since then, but that's not my fault. And ever since then if you say the word September, or die or something like that I won't be able to say anything.
I have personal issues with Wake Me Up When September Ends, and some of my friends say that I over-react when I hear it, but they're the one's who've never had anything like that happen.
That has been the worst September of my life.
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