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Rememberance:
By Ren9285
(Lindsey)
Chapter one:
That day was the worst day of my life. I lost my sister, Ino, who was also, my best friend. We were walking home after school after the middle school bus dropped us off and pulled away. We were at least a block away from our house. I was reading my school book when Ino called to me," Ren! Hurry up!
We are going to be late!" I looked up from my book and seen her standing several feet ahead of me. White pedals from our neighbors trees in her brown hair as it was in a bun. Her hair was beautiful, mine was blonde and i had green eyes while she had hynotizing hazel ones. "Ino, calm down. We aren't going to be late." It was May 28th, her birthday and she had planned everything out and she thought she was going to be late to call her friends. We walked up the street farther, past our neighbor's yellow house with their huge garden full of bloomed flowers. I was in my skirt and white tank top while Ino was in jeans and a short sleeve jacket.
My sister was in the 8th grade while I was in the 7th. We had so much in common, the only thing thats different is that I can draw and she writes better than I can. We came to the corner of a certain busy street. I pushed the cross walk button and waited. When everything was clear we started cross. Ino and I were walking side by side, she was talking about her party plans. Then out of no where, we heard some screeching sound. We quickly turned around and saw a black Volvo come toward us. I stood frozen in fear. "REN GET OUT OF HERE!" Ino screamed into my ear. I stayed where I was. I suddenly felt a pain in my shoulder and I realized that Ino had pushed me. I turned around to see her smile at me with tears in her hazel eyes. Then I saw black paint of the Volvo smear with red. It all happened in an instant. My eyes swelled with tears. I saw the Volvo screech to a stop at the other side of the corner. I felt myself run to it. When I ran past the Volvo I glanced inside of it to see the man driving it having his bobbed to his right side. I ran to the front of the car and saw Ino. Her school stuff was scattered everywhere, her face was red and black and she was missing her right arm.
I ran to her hugging her and screaming,"Ino!!!" I was sobbing. I heard her whisper. "Ren. Call dad, tell him your ok, and that I love my family, ok?" She said c while coughing up blood. "Ino, please don't go, please?" I whispered back in her ear. I pulled out my cell phone. As I looked down back at Ino, her eyes were shut and her mouth dripping blood. I threw the phone against the grass and hugged her. My dad was on the other line, " REN? INO? Whats going on?" I picked up the blood spattered phone and said sobbing, " Dad, I think you should come home. Inos....dead." He hung up instantly.
That was last year. Exactly last year. Its now May 28th again. Its her birthday, her death day, and Memorial Day. We were standing in the local graveyard. My mother and father were standing by Ino's grave. They put down some red and yellow roses and a picture of her. My father slowly walked back to the car and sat inside, staring blankly out the window. My mother came over to me and hugged me and whispered," Its your turn dear." Then she half dragged herself to the car. I walked up to the ivory colored grave and placed the picture I drew for her, a rose. Then I got on my knees and touched the stone, tracing the outside of her name. It started to rain. The stone was cool and smooth against my shaking hands. I remember the words to this day that was carved on her stone: In rememberance of Ino Kuroi,
A sister and daughter, a loved friend. She will be missed by all. Died May 28th 2006. As I slowly walked back to the car and sat in the seat, I looked out the window at her grave. I stared emotionly at it until it wasn't visible anymore.
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this story is out of a dream i had,
it might take me awhile to finsish it because thats all the dream was,
me getting hit,
lol
soo....
ya...
lol
any suggestions? please pm me! ^_^
 Ren9285 · Mon Apr 16, 2007 @ 02:21am · 1 Comments |
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