Grandpa was dead. It was all that mattered in this moment, not just because i didn't know what I would do without him, but because he was always there for me. I stood there. Not saying a word. Looking at his body, laying on the ground. I got up. It was the most saddest feeling ever. I grabbed Ish. She was still looking at grandpas body. I went into the backyard, and sat down on the lawn chair. "Oh grandpa" I cried. "Why, oh why did you leave?" I asked him looking up into the stars. He was in heaven....Was he? The thought made me cry even more. I finally got up. It was 1975. It was August. It was Wednesday. "The date grandpa died" i thought. That date stayed in me forever. 1975, On Wednesday, In August. Ish leaped out of my lap. She went inside through the pet door. I sighed. A big. Long. Sigh. I got up. I went inside. I went to my room. And I packed up my things. I was leaving. The walls of my room where Bright yellow. There where flowers on the sheets on my bed. They where shining brightly. I looked at them. The flowers where smiling happily and brightly. I was not. "What are those flowers even happy about?" I thought. I grabbed the blanket and tossed it across the room. "Hmph!" I said. I was not in the mood for smiling. I grabbed my pillows, a blanket covered with shiny bright daises. They where not smiling. They didn't even have a face. They where not as much idiotic and silly as the other blanket. I stuffed everything into a backpack, suitcase, and a mini purse. I stormed out of the house. Was I really ready for the real world? I didn't know the answer. I just walked out grandpa's door, for the last time in my life. Tears filled up my eyes. I cried, cried and cried. I walked down the Neighborhood. And into the streets. And then I knew my answer to my question. Nope. Not at all was i ready for the real world.
