Short Story That Shaped Me
The story that shaped me
This story is a long one with not a so happy ending. It shaped me to be the person I am now. You may not know what happened, well let me tell you. This story starts out it is a normal day for my family. We are waiting for family to get here so we can start moving items into my grandma's new apartment. I had to leave early to go help out at a play so I wasn't concerned on my grandma moving into her apartment. Then as the minutes ticked by we all were wondering where my grandma was. My grandma is never late she's always on time. My family starts to worry cause she's a good ten minutes late. Then my mom gets a phone call and answers it not knowing who she was talking to. Then all of a sudden I saw my mom burst …show more content…
into tears and go into a separate room with my dad. At first I didn't know what was going on and I was nervous. Then my mom came out and told me something no kid wants to hear. She told me the news with tears still in her eyes.
She said to me “Nolan, Papa Gary just shot Mama Sandy.” I was in tears screaming and crying not knowing what to do so I ran out side as fast as I could and dropped to my knees and cried. Then my grandparents took me inside trying to comfort me. It didn't work, I was still crying, barely breathing. Then as my mom left to go to the hospital I cried even more knowing she would be gone for a couple of hours. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there crying with my grandpa as he tried to comfort me. He tried his best but it didn't work, there was no way I could calm down. Then as if nothing could get worse my mom called me and told me that Gary was in the hospital as well and he was in the room right next door. I cried more as my mom told me the news, I didn't even say a word to her I just cried. Then as the day went on it felt like my life ended. I didn't want to do anything I stayed home from school for a week crying. Then after I went to school for the first time after that week I could barely concentrate. I had to go to counselor every day almost and would go home early because I was scared. I felt like a part of me was killed when Gary pulled the trigger. I couldn't handle the stress anymore and the slightest noise would freak me
out. That is what shaped me to who I am today. It may still affect me but the past is the past. I will never forget it. It has left a cut so deep it can't ever be healed.
This story is a long one with not a so happy ending. It shaped me to be the person I am now. You may not know what happened, well let me tell you. This story starts out it is a normal day for my family. We are waiting for family to get here so we can start moving items into my grandma's new apartment. I had to leave early to go help out at a play so I wasn't concerned on my grandma moving into her apartment. Then as the minutes ticked by we all were wondering where my grandma was. My grandma is never late she's always on time. My family starts to worry cause she's a good ten minutes late. Then my mom gets a phone call and answers it not knowing who she was talking to. Then all of a sudden I saw my mom burst …show more content…
into tears and go into a separate room with my dad. At first I didn't know what was going on and I was nervous. Then my mom came out and told me something no kid wants to hear. She told me the news with tears still in her eyes.
She said to me “Nolan, Papa Gary just shot Mama Sandy.” I was in tears screaming and crying not knowing what to do so I ran out side as fast as I could and dropped to my knees and cried. Then my grandparents took me inside trying to comfort me. It didn't work, I was still crying, barely breathing. Then as my mom left to go to the hospital I cried even more knowing she would be gone for a couple of hours. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there crying with my grandpa as he tried to comfort me. He tried his best but it didn't work, there was no way I could calm down. Then as if nothing could get worse my mom called me and told me that Gary was in the hospital as well and he was in the room right next door. I cried more as my mom told me the news, I didn't even say a word to her I just cried. Then as the day went on it felt like my life ended. I didn't want to do anything I stayed home from school for a week crying. Then after I went to school for the first time after that week I could barely concentrate. I had to go to counselor every day almost and would go home early because I was scared. I felt like a part of me was killed when Gary pulled the trigger. I couldn't handle the stress anymore and the slightest noise would freak me
out. That is what shaped me to who I am today. It may still affect me but the past is the past. I will never forget it. It has left a cut so deep it can't ever be healed.