"My Son"

Author: Ashley
From: Chesterfield, USA
Age: 13
Date: 10th Feb 2000, 2:40 AM
Rating: 5
Comment:
Title: "My Son"

Ashley Nichols
12/9/99

" My Son"

Red lights and the sirens screams grew closer, and I knew something was wrong. It was 5 o’clock, and as usual, I was watching t.v. and trying to get my homework finished before my parents would arrive. Suddenly, I heard a gigantic irruption of clangs and bangs. The sound lead me to outside. As I looked out the front door, all that remained was a crumpled car and someone screaming desperately. With my heart racing, I prayed with each step closer that they were still alive. A hand crept out of the passenger side window. In a pale voice, the tall, white faced man yelled "Help" and I was immediately there. "Are you alright?", I said. He whispered, "My son, My son", panic-stricken. Echoing ambulances were carrying him away in an instant, but all I could remember him saying was, "My son, my son!"
That night, I didn’t sleep; I was worried! "Who could this son be?" "Did I see that man for the last time?" "Where is his son?" Thoughts crossed my mind every split second, but I realized I would never know.
There was a calm, deadness to the air and my intuition led me to think that way. Like any normal day, I went to school and waited hesitantly for my best friend to walk me to first period. When he didn’t show, I didn’t make much of it. "Maybe he’s just sick", I thought. thruoghout the day, all I could think of was the horrendous screaming,"My son,my son."
Opening the door when I got off the bus, all I could see was
my mom’s tears running down her flushed face and around her stood 2 police officers. I would only dream of what they would have to say. "Kim?", my mom paused. "Matt died yesterday." Frantic I was. "How?" , I yelled. "... died in a car crash with his father on the way home, the officers said. "...no remains", hesitating. "I’m sorry kid", the police officers said as they walked out the door. I was devastated. My heart sinking was what I could feel. "Why did my best friend have to die?", I exclaimed shockingly.
Fall arrived of the next school year, and I moved to Pennsylvania where I had met many new friends,but the memories of my deceased friend still were carried with me where ever I went.
Years past, and it came to be 7 years after Matt’s death. Moved on with everything was I. One afternoon,while in class, the teacher mentioned we would be getting a new student. Mysteriously, I couldn’t wait to meet them, whoever they were. Days past and the new student would be arriving today. Parts of a silhouette of a tall, what looked to be a boy,crossed the pathway entering the class. With one glance, this silhouette appeared to be someone very familiar to me,but I couldn’t decipher it. Matthew was what the teacher introduced him as, and we greeted him cheerfully. Time passed; Matthew and I would become to be great friends,but in my mind the sharing of the same name of my past and present friends didn’t seem to cross my mind as strange. Our friendship grew closer, and one evening Matthew visited me at my house, and we started talking for a while and soon started looking at an old photo album from my past school and home. Laughing and chuckling, it came to an end when there were no more memorie
1.14 lines ( 20)
2. consistent meter (40)
3. Consistent rhyme( 40)
Kristie Heath
pd 6
January 18,2000
Sonnet-NIGHTNESS



1.It is is aboslutely bone chilling cold tonight,12 A

2.his icy gaze turns to me as he says to me,12 B

3.he looks towards the cold setting sun and says see?12 B

4.as the nightness falls upon the crystal clear lake,12 C

5.a rock is thrown in and the water seems to quake.12 C

6.the brilliant rings seem to dance on its ocean blue, 12 D

7.but my frozen gaze is turned away from the veiw.12 D

8.i smile at him saldy as if to sadly say,12 E

9.i’ll miss you once you have already gone away,12 E

10.its almost unbearible when you lose a best friend,12 F

11.even though you thought the friend ship would never end,12 F

12.now unfortianetly sadly depart you must,12 G

13.the only thing left is the everlastin trust.12 G

14.as the chiling nightness falls upon both of us here,12 H

15.the night air brushes away my only tear,12 H

16.its over now and he has left me alone there,12 I

17.to take in all of the depressing night air,12 I

18.and the solitude of the night air falls upon me.12 J


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