The Saddest Day
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It was one of those superb days that makes you forget all your problems
and makes you grateful that you are alive. The sun was beaming down
scintillating honeyed rays to the earth, turning everything they touched into gold.
The wind was a light blowing breeze, like angels breathing softly upon the world.
The birds were singing their most beautiful songs turning the trees into radiant
symphony orchestras. The crystal clear sky must have transformed into a mirror
over the Caribbean Sea, for it was of the most beautiful shades of blue I had
ever laid eyes on. The leaves were blowing around on the ground, already
changed to fall colors of browns, yellows, and even pinks. The air smelled
refreshing like a splash of cold water on your face when you awake in the
morning, and crispy like an autumn leaf. Indeed, it was a glorious day, but you
should never judge a book by its cover.
As I stepped out of the house that morning, I took a deep breath and let
the morning air fill my lungs. I was off to school, my Dad was waiting impatiently
for me in the car. Beep! Beep! I heard the horn blow, echoing off the brick wall
of my apartment. I hurried along to the car, barely jumping in before my Dad
started to pull away. “You need to get ready a little faster you know.” He said to
me with what seemed to be a permanent stern look on his face. I wasnt going to
argue with him today. It was too splendid out to fight, so I just nodded my head
and smiled. I went through the day feeling great. School seemed as if it had
zoomed by and before I knew it I was walking home. The weather was still the
same, if not better by now. As I passed little children on my way home I smiled
thinking about when I was little how great it was then. The worst thing in the
world then was a scraped knee, and now it was a broken heart.
As I neared my house I got a chill down my spine, like a cold gush of air
when you open the freezer. I didnt think anything of it at the time. It was just a
chill and I got them all the time. But now I know to be scared when I get one of
those; they mean something. I opened the door to find my grandmother sitting at
the kitchen table. “Uhh, Hi Grandma”. I said kind of confused being that my
Grandmother lives in Jersey City, and doesnt normally come unannounced. I
had noticed my dads van in the parking lot but I didnt seem to see him any
where in the house. “Oh hello Kate, Ive been here since two oclock I was
wondering what time you were going to get out of school”, she said with a

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