The Last Time
By Emily Guy I sprinted up thirteen stairs two at a time as my mom was hollering my name. “Emily!” she hollered again. “Yeah?” I replied out of breath from sprinting. My mom didn’t continue, all I saw was the tears streaming down her face. Thirty long minutes before, I was slowly walking to where my aunt Anne who had triple negative Breast Cancer was laying in her bed. Slower and slower I got. I started breathing fast. Really fast. My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour. It couldn’t slow down. My heart was going to beat right out of my chest. I could tell my face was getting red. Redder and redder, hotter and hotter my face got. My hands got sweaty. It felt as if I was going to melt. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at my mom. “Go on,” she encouraged. I looked at her and looked back to where my aunt was laying, took a big breath and kept on walking. “She looks so peaceful and pretty laying there,” I thought to myself, “she already looks like a beautiful angel.” Strolling slowly as I thought I finally made it to where I she was laying. I looked at her and tears rolled down my face one by one. I smiled at her. Her eyes were closed but I knew she knew I was right there with her. More and more tears came as I said my last words to her. “Goodbye Anne. I love you,” was all I could manage to say. More tears came along with the words. Her eyes were closed but I knew she could hear me. I took her hand and squeezed it. It felt good to talk to her one last time. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breath either. I took a giant breath, looked at Anne and walked casually walked out of her room. Right as I stepped foot out her door, I ran as fast as I could down the stairs to be in a little spot all by myself. Thirty minutes past since I ran out of my aunt’s bedroom. Then my mom hollered my name. I sprinted up the stairs two at a time. “Emily!” she hollered again. “Yeah?” I replied out of breath from sprinting. When I saw the tears rolling down her face, I knew my beautiful, wonderful aunt Anne was now an angel. How has different drawing techniques changed over the years since drawing was first created?
In the state of Alabama, it states that 'It is illegal to play Dominos on Sunday.'.
The United States would just be able to play Dominos with friends or family on Sundays. I don't see anything wrong with that. If this law was still enforced today, people wouldn't be able to play a nice game of Dominos on Sundays, which would be upsetting. Drawing is my passion. I picked my passion of drawing because drawing is a fun and creative way to express what I'm feeling. I've been drawing for most of my life. Drawing is a calm way for me to say what I want to say without saying it. I am passionate about drawing because drawing seemed very different and interesting. I was introduced to drawing by my older cousin. My cousin is my inspiration. She has taught me so much, and I thank her. Drawing animals is my go to when I have time. Whenever I have time at home, I'll be drawing. Also drawing different lines, with different colors. Drawing is my passion and I love it. That is why drawing is my passion.
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EMILYI am a sixth grader at Goodrich Elementary. Drawing fashion is my new passion and I love it. Archives
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