John waited for his parents to pick him up at school when the school got let out at 2:25 PM on s very warm Friday afternoon. The usually would already be there to pick him up but today they weren’t. They was nowhere in sight. John had on a bright red shirt that his father bought him yesterday. As he waited and waited the more and more he started to wonder about his parents. He started on his homework but it was too complicated for him. So john had gone back inside the school building to get help from his teacher.
As he was receiving help from his teacher, she had received a phone call from the police saying that john parents was involved in a very cruel accident and sadly neither one of his parents was able to live. After receiving such a phone call she was confused about how she was going to tell a eight year old little boy that he has lost to his parents to a very bad car accident on the way to come pick him up from school. As she paced herself back and forth, John knew something wasn’t right. After a few minutes go by john finally asked the teacher what was the matter and why was she pacing herself around the room.
She finally explained and told him what happened. He started crying and ran out of the empty classroom and started walking home. He knew that it was a very long walk but he needed to get something’s off his chest. As he was thinking this had to be one of the most terrifying moments in his life so far. Alone he walked by himself with no one on his side to be there to talk to him. He realized that his parent was all that he had. He really wasn’t close to any other family members. He had no brothers or sisters, he was the only child. The more times he thought of his parents the more he cried and got upset.
He was having a nervous breakdown and didn’t know how to really handle it As he got tired he decided to walk in the middle of the street. All he saw ahead of him was a empty road with no traffic, power lines, and farmland. John started to turn back and get a ride from the teacher that was helping him with his homework, But the thought once he got back to the school that she would be gone and the school would be locked up. So he continued walking toward home. He knew he still had to go some way to get home. Up ahead he saw a gas station where he had stopped.
When he went inside of the gas station he searched his pockets to see if he had any money to get something to drink. John was extremely tired from all the walking. So he had got something to drink with his last dollar. After he cooled down and finished his drink he continued walking again. A few minutes had gone by when a man had stopped aside him to see if he wanted a ride because he was walking in middle of street. But then john remembered that his father had always told him not to ever catch a ride with any stranger. But john thought everybody was a stranger because he rarely knew anybody.
So then john thought off all the possible things that could go wrong if he rode with this stranger. So John declined the guy offer and thanked him. John continued walking by himself. Soon he knows he would be walking into town where he lived. It was still daylight outside. As john got into town the word has spread about what had happened his parents. People kept coming up to him asking him was he okay and telling him if he ever need anything that they are there for him. But he wondered if he really needed something who would actually attend to his needs. So john just nodded his head and said thank you.
John turned down his street and sees a lot of cars outside of his house but doesn’t see any people around them or in them. John was still feeling lonely. He had nobody to go home too. But john still wonders why there were a lot of cars around his house. As he walked inside people greeted their selves. He actually found out that he wasn’t alone and that he had family that he didn’t know about him that was willing to support him with anything. Really john just wanted to be left alone in his room but he just decided to stay and talk to his family members that he just meet.
