Wrote this at the start of the yearAnother quick write for englsih.
Memories of a forgotten Thanksgiving
I could hardly keep my eyes open, I had stayed up late the night before and hadn’t gotten any sleep. I couldn’t wait. My relatives from Washington were coming to visit, and I only got to see them on holidays.
It was a cold, and damp Thanksgiving morning. I could hear rummaging in the kitchen, mom and grandma were already at it. They were going to bake the pies first. I could sense a faint smell of apple and cinnamon which only increased my excitement. I finally drifted off into a deep sleep on the coach. But, I was awoken. The wind was blowing through my hair, like small snake-like fingers. I was itching all over, I looked down and I saw the white sheets draped over me. I was somewhere else. The room was white. Everything was white, the sheets, walls, ceiling, and floor everything was that pale, lonely color. I looked out the window and the wind came to greet me again. There was an empty parking lot below, only a few cars here and there. It was cool and damp outside. The door suddenly opened. “Time for your meds Bobbie.” a small women in a nurses uniform said. “Where am I?” I asked. “Oh, not this again… Your in a mens- a hospital, because you had some difficulty after your parents died.” she said softly. “MY PARENTS? WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM?” “They were murdered, Bobbie, you were the only one that got away.” I completely lost it. I was just at my house with my family 30 minutes ago, and now I’m here? Maybe I am mad, maybe I have gone crazy and all of this time I’ve been imagining I had a family. I couldn’t believe any of this. “Why don’t you come down to the lobby and get some turkey, its Thanksgiving remember?” she implied. I agreed and walked down the hallways as I tried hold back my tears.
I was seated in the lobby along with some other kids my age. They brought out the turkey and other side dishes and told us that we could eat. The girl next to me tugged on my gown and whispered in my ear “Help me, there coming.” Her face was scarred all over, and her eyes were sunken in. She started shaking, and screaming, then fell on the floor. Three men in white suits ran into the lobby and gave her a shot. She went limp instantly and was hauled away. I couldn’t eat a bite. I just realized where I was. I was in a mental institution. My parents had died and now I was crazy. Great way to start off Thanksgiving. I couldn’t take it anymore. I started crying, got up from the table, and just ran. I ran through the halls and kept running I didn’t know where I was going. It seemed like forever until security finally caught up with me and sedated me. Everything went black. I woke up with a familiar smell in the air. I sat up and ran into the kitchen. “IM HOME, IM HOME! And your alive!” I screamed. My mom gave me a funny look. “What have you been smoking?” she muttered. “IT WAS JUST A DREAM!” I exclaimed. I went up and gave her a huge hug. I could here the familiar chatter of all of my relatives in the other room getting ready to eat.
Everything was delicious, and I was truly “thankful” for all of the food and my family. I slept well that night, until the morning I was awoken by sharp rap at my door. “Time for your meds Bobbie.”





Another quick write for englsih.
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