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| Just Like Every Morning He woke up at 7:00 just like he did every morning. He got took a shower and was dressed and ready to go by 7:30 just like every morning. Across town, Collin's mother was attempting to wake him up. She banged on his door and yelled. "Collin you get your lazy butt outta bed!" After awhile, she gave up... just like every morning. Back across town, he got in his car and went to McDonald's for his daily breakfast: 2 sausage and cheese biscuits, 2 sausage egg and cheese biscuits for Collin, and 2 hash browns, 1 for each of them. After paying, he left for Collin's house. He took the same route like every morning: Route 9 to market, market to 5th, 5th to lincoln and third house on the right. He pulled into Collins long driveway. He rang the doorbell, forgetting that it no longer worked. Upon rememberring, he knocked on the door. Collin's mom,Virginia, answered the door... just like every morning. "Hi hun!" she said. "Hi Virginia," he replied. "Is Collin up? I know stupid question." "Indeed hun, he's still in bed. Maybe you can get him up." He walked down the hallway, just like every morning. Knocked on Kimberly's door, and opened it to see one middle finger raised in the air, coming out of a pile underneath blankets. He laughed and closed the door. He walked on and knocked on Collin's door. No answer, just like every morning. Suddenly,it hit him, "I'll pour water on his face!" Giggling at the thought of what his face would look like, he went into the bathroom and filled a cup with cold water. "This is gonna be great," he thought. Just like every morning, he slowly turned the handle. Just like every morning, he slowly put his foot in the door. Suddenly throughout the house all that could be heard was the sound of glass shattering. Two years later, he drives by Collin's house, just like every morning. He looks at the empty driveway just like every morning. He sits out in the street and is reminded of that day, just like every morning. He remembers taking that step in the door. He remembers dropping the glass. He remembers screaming for help. He remembers seeing Collin hanging from his fan. Two years later, he drives by the school, just like every morning. He's reminded of 2 days after finding Collin. He's reminded of stealing the razor from his teacher, taking it home, and putting it to his wrist. And yet, he lives today. He couldn't cut. He blanked. The only thing that he could see was some weird shape. Then, it zoomed out and it took the shape of water. Zoom out, now a tear drop. Zoom out, a tear rolling down a cheek. Zoom out, his mother's cheek. He dropped the razor then and there. What saved him that day? My mom saved my life January 9, 2002. Mom, I will always love you and am always greatful for having your love. © Alex Hurt, 2004 Hoopeston,Illinois Authors Comment ~ Fact based, in every aspect of the definition. |
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