A Summer To Be Remembered

                        It was my sixth grade year that had changed everything. I started my year off in Armendariz Middle School, but only stayed for the first semester because my mom decided that we should all move to move to Monahans. I didn’t want to go, I wanted to stay so badly, but my grandma kept *beeping* at my mom that if my sisters and my mom wanted to go, I’d have to go with them as well. So we went only for me to have the worst year and worst time, EVER! I was always getting in trouble for some reason. I hated that teacher so badly that I gave her the worst attitude. I was a good kid, trust me, I just live by the saying “you get what you give” and that’s what I did. I remember her saying she didn’t like people from El Paso and that’s when all hell broke loose.

            We left because of how much we hated it. Everyone over there is just drama so, NEVER AGAIN! It was there that we got Kip and we brought him to El Paso with us. When we got back, we spent the summer with my dad which was the summer of 2010. My mom stayed in Monahans for half that summer. Even after their divorce, they were good best friends so he stayed over at the house that summer every night.

            When the fourth of July came, my mom came back and my dad was leaving to go see some friends from out of town to celebrate his birthday that was a month before and to celebrate the fourth, of course. He had gotten us McDonald’s and soon left after that. Before he left, my mom told him that if he needed anything to call my mom. It was already two in the morning and we was supposed to be back. My mom kept calling, but he wouldn’t answer and she started getting very upset. It was just my little sister and I because my older sister was at a sleepover with some friends. That night, my little sister and I slept in the living room and when morning came, I woke up to the most horrifying screaming and crying ever. It was my mom. We woke up, almost jumping. She came to the living room to see our confused and terrified faces. And you couldn’t really understand what she was saying through all the crying, but I knew what she was trying to say and it was that my dad was in a car accident last night and died instantly. My heart sank. I thought I was just inside this nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. I was hoping it was, but I knew it was real. He was gone. I lost my Idol, my dad, my everything, and knowing I’d never see him again broke me. When his funeral came, I couldn’t see him in his casket. I knew that if I saw him I would break down so, throughout the whole thing, I just kept my head down. All I could think at that time was “that shouldn’t be him, that shouldn’t be my father lying there,” but the truth was all there, this nightmare was real. It was the most painful and laborious funeral that I had ever been to. The hours were so long. I didn’t see him until after the event, but when I saw him, I noticed he’d broken his finger and I noticed this man that didn’t look at all like my father. He looked so different, but I did break down because it truly was him. That summer didn’t go well for me at all. On top of that, a few months later, I lost Kip in an accident as well.