Journey into My Imagination
The strangest thing happened to me when I walked up the school steps that Monday morning. Some of the groups of girls stopped talking and stared at me, then the stares turned into smiles and the smiles turned into, “Hi Lucy. How are you? Sorry to hear about your loss.”
But I couldn’t sit down. My legs wouldn’t carry me from where I was standing. I knew before he said it. I knew before the words were out of his mouth.
The first day of school dawned with a bright orange sun. I looked at it mournfully. What right did that darn sun have to be cheerful on a day like this?
I watched the emotions flicker across his face, first fear, and then sadness, followed by confusion, selfishness, and anger. It was bizarre - like you were watching one of those books that had pictures on the corner and if you flipped it fast enough it would move.
find that the time has come for me to leave you. I can’t stay here any longer. I am not myself anymore; in fact, I have forgotten how to be me. You will all get along better without me, I'm sure.
he year was 1957. It was a scorching hot summer. I can remember every little detail; see it as clearly as if I were staring at my own reflection, pondering it, contemplating my inner soul.
Shannon McCauley - Author 