The Accident

    Why did I do that ? How could I have been so stupid?  After a long night of getting no sleep, I felt absolutely horrible. I slowly crawled out of bed thinking of what I was going to say to my cousin when   my family and I got to the party. This cousin in particular wasn't very fond of me. I have been dreading this day for a long time, to be more specific this same day, exactly one year ago.
    It's all because of trampelines. I used to love jumping but now whenever I think about it , its just a haunting memory of what happened. I walked out of my room. "Monkey, Monkey!" I called. Monkey is my bloodhond. he's a little chubbier than most dogs and he sleeps in the basement so it'll take him about five minutes to walk up the stairs instead of five seconds. Down stairs I found him sleeping. As usual. I walk into the kitchen , the granite floor is cold on my feet. i grab my cereal from the cabinet and pour myself some. My parents aren't awake yet so I get the clicker all to myself. i flip the stations until I get to ESPN, then I lie down and relax until I here the sound of my mom coming down the stairs."UGH" I moan. I never wake up early enough to get my time alone. thank God we are doing the basement over. I'll spend every waking hour down there, relaxing.
   "Hey Hun. Your coming to your cousins party today right?"
    " I don't really know."
    "Why not ?" mom said as she got out her breakfast.
     " I don't know " I said.
      " Just because of last year doesn't mean-"
       " It's not because of last year" I said getting aggravated.My mom walks into the living room. She sits down on the leather couch and takes the clicker from my hands and changed the channel. As usual. i really want to take it back but she's my mom who knows what she will do.
    " The party is at eleven o'clock, if your not sure you ant to go you should make your decision quickly."
    " ok."  I go up stairs to take a shower.

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       I finally make my decision I'm going . I don't know what I'm going to say but i might as well try. i get into my car and start the engine. My hands start to shake on the steering wheel. I have a hole forty five minutes to decide what I'm going to say to Mina.
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     I walk up the steps of the suburban house. the flowers in the window sill are starting to bloom. Its cloudy out here not sunny like it is at home. I want to stay out here and avoid inside e and leave when the parties over but I cant. my parents always taught me to not avoid something or it will just get worse even if you did something bad.
    So I walk into the house and I see my Uncle Tom. Just seeing him makes me want to run for the hills. the last time i saw him it was 2010 at Mina's birthday. just after mt aunt rushed Mina to the hospital i was given a talking to by no other than Uncle Tom..
    "Whats wrong with you? I thought you were better than this." Uncle Tom said.
     I stood there saying nothing. I couldn't move or talk. The one thing I could feel was my heart pounding just like it is now.
     " Hello" he said. Not crossly but certainly not friendly.
      " Hi" I croaked . I felt tiny bits of sweat role down my neck. My collard striped shirt shirt felt soaked.
       Finally, He walked away after a few seconds of staring. I wanted to run out of the house right then and there but I couldn't. I walked through the hallway expecting to see mean glares from my relatives. Instead I saw smiling feeling good faces staring at me. I knew they were faking it. Come on! seriously, just come right out with it and say you hate my guts!
    "Hi Chris!" my aunt Judy exclaimed.
    "Hey Aunt Judy". I said trying to sound pleasant and mature. Aunt Judy was really my favorite relative because she was the only one who believed that what I did at Mina's party was an accident. She was also really funny. She can also make anyone smile even when they are about to cry. "Where is Mina" I asked nervously wondering what her reaction was going to be.
    "Right in there dear, and don't be to surprised if she is moody, she has been that way for a few days."
    After Aunt Judy said that I came up with a few conclusions as to why Mina was moody but I wasn't going to say those out loud."Okay." was all I said and I walked into the living room and sat down on their leather couch.  The baseball game was on TV.  It was distracting me from what I needed to do.  I took deep breath and spoke. "Hey, Happy Birthday," I said.
     "Thanks," she said plainly.
     I was actually surprised.  I thought this party was going to be a good one based on Mina's attitude.  "So what did you get?"
     "Haven't opened anything," Mina said.
     "Oh cool."  Mina just sat there looking at a magazine.  OK, so what am I supposed to do now?  SIng her a Happy Birthday song?
     "Well actually I opened one but it was only an Ipod," she said.
     So what is an awesome present?  I have never seen my cousin open a present and have a smile on her face.  She always looked up with a sad expression and said, "I don't like pink," or "this isn't what I wanted".  Mina would just come straight out with her emotions whether the person's feelings were hurt or not.
     Just then we both heard our Aunt Judy scream.  "Get out, get out!"  Everyone was hurrying outside into the yard.
     "What's happening!" said my Uncle Tom.  He seemed to be getting anxious.  My Aunt Mary did a head count of the people at the party.  While my Aunt Judy called the fire department.
     After Aunt Judy got off the phone, I went up to her and asked, "what happened?"
     "I smelt a natural gas leal," Aunt Judy exclaimed.  The yard was silent until Aunt Mary asked, "where is Mina?"
      "Isn't she here?" asked Aunt Judy. "Mina!, Mina!" she yelled.
     I knew where I had seen her but she couldn't still be there now?  I looked all over the yard but there was no Mina.  I ran inside of the house.  People were calling after me but I did not stop to listen.  Everything smelt like rotten eggs.  I thought something might catch on fire.  Then I saw her sitting in a chair, still reading her magazine.  She was coughing but she did not seem to notice the problem.  I began to call her name. "Mina!, Mina!" I said.
     "Yeah, what's the problem?" she said.
     "Get out of the house," I said.
     "Why?" she asked.
     "Don't you smell the natural gas?"  I asked.  Then she finally got up and ran out of the house.  I followed her out.  The fire department was there and so was the entire family.  The everything went black.
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     I woke up in the hospital.  Everything was white and plain.  I had trouble thinking.  My ming was fuzzy.  I blinked a few times.  Then I saw my Mom sitting in a chair next to my bed immersed in a her book.
     "Hey honey. How are you?" she said.
     "Sort of fuzzy.  How is Mina? I asked.
     "Fine.  She says she feels terrible about what happened," Mom said.
     "Well I think she should based on the way she treated me at the party.  She would not forgive me for last year's accident."  I was getting mad.  I wanted to leave the hospital and drive to Mina's house so I could scream at her.
     "Relax and sleep, honey.  Luckily your doctor said you didn't breath in a lot of gas.  Are you up for visitors?"
     "Yes, I guess so."
     "OK, Mina is coming at two o'clock. So be ready."
     "Fine," I said.

     Mina walked in with a smile on her face.  She was acting like everything was alright but she was mistaken.
     "Hey. How are you feeling?" she said in the happiest voice that I think has ever come out of her mouth.
     "Fine," I said.  I picked up a Time Magazine and started to flip through the pages.  I started pretending to read so she would be convinced that I was not interested in anything she had to say.  Then suddenly she started to speak.
     "Look Chris, I am really sorry for the way I treated you today.  You see, there was this article that I really wanted to read.  I was concentrating on it so hard that I was unable to hear what anyone else was saying."
      "What about last year?" I asked.
     "What do you mean?  I wasn't the one who fell on me and broke my arm, remember?"
     I really hated her answer but I kept my cool.  I decided to explain my side of the story and see what she had to say.
     "Look, I was trying a trick.  I was so close to nailing it but I lost my focus and I crashed.  I thought I had landed softly but someone started crying and I knew I was in trouble.  I am sorry I hurt you."
     "That's OK.  I am fine about it now," she said.
     Oh my God!  After all that worrying I was finally relieved.  While my cousin and I have had a bumpy relationship it is all in the past now.

short story

My short story is about an 19 year old boy.  His realatives treat him like he is a screw up and they don't take him seriously because of something that happened a long time ago. His mom and his dad are the only family members that actually trust him. He feels like he has to prove his other realitives wrong but he doesn't know how.


My first paragraph

Why did I do that ? How could I have been so stupid?  After a long night of getting no sleep, I felt absolutely horrible. I slowly crawled out of bed thinking of what I was going to say to my cousin when   my family and I got to the party. This cousin in particular wasn't very fond of me. I have been dreading this day for a long time, to be more specific this same day, exactly one year ago.