Feelings

• Xavier Cooper, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2016

I was walking down the same road I always walk, but this time it wasn’t with memories of happiness. It was with cold, dark miserable felling’s. I went back to my house with my head bent in sorrow. Why did she have to go? Maybe god saw her struggling and took her up to rest.
I opened the front door; usually I see the smiling lovely face of her standing there ready to welcome me in. But all I see is the photos of those memorable times that I use to share with her. There was one where we were at the swimming pool splashing around.
I went to my room to go to sleep, every night I dreamt of happy times when she was with me and then the dream starts to break apart. I reach out to her and shout ‘’Please don’t go!’’ And then I wake up sweating and panting heavily. Then I look at the time, it is 6:30, then I mournfully and slowly got out of bed.
I think to myself, I could make myself feel better if I made something out of wood. I went down to the garage and I walked into a little room where all the wood was. I was getting some wood, and then a picture of her fell down right in front of me, my eyes filled up with tears and I sat down and I wept. A few minutes later, I got back up and finished getting the wood. I also found four wheels. Then it struck me, I can make a billy cart!
After two days of planning and four days of building, I finally made it. I went out of the garage and down on to the road, there was a big hill and I was going to go down that. She always wanted me to this but I was too afraid and I never got to do it because she passed away. She would be so proud right now; I can imagine her standing next to me saying to be careful and good luck.
I start to roll down the hill slowly picking up my speed. The as soon as I hit the steep part I zoomed down the hill like a jet breaking the sound barrier. And for the first time in three years I smiled and that smile turned into laugh, I didn’t even care that I was about to run into a wooden fence.
I hit the fence with such impact, I flung over and landed face first on the grass. Still laughing. I got up and towed my broken three wheeled go cart up the hill. It will be no problem to fix.
I am now a professional go carter. It has been 26 years since I went down that hill, go carting has helped me get my mind of her. But one thing is for sure, I will always love her and she will always love me.