Live From the Teen Zone

By Kayla Feeney

“He slipped, hit his head and fell.”

“Wait a second, back up, what did she just say?”I thought to myself.

My mother spoke sadly, telling me how he went in and out of consciousness. Everything was being blocked out as I would hear my mom’s echo over and over as I would hear my mom say,

“He is [is, is] in a betterrr placeee now [now, now].”

“How could this have happened?” I said to myself quietly. “He’s in a better place now? What is she talking about?! He is dead, gone, his time passed, no longer around the corner, vanished.”

Grandma walked into the room, looking as if everything she had, her house, clothes and all of her belongings had been ripped from her hands, the truth was she still had everything except her stick thin, frumped and curled over, neat freak, smells like the scent of Clorox, one and only, Charles.

“Grandma, Mom says that Char is in a better place now.” I told her with a confused look on my face.

“Oh my darling,” she said with a smile trickling down her face as she tasted the saltiness, “he is.”

Huh? I thought to myself.

“Then why are you still crying?”

“Oh my darling,” she repeated once more, “It’s a terrible thing to lose someone, but to know there is no suffering and they are always with us is so important to remember.”

As I walked to school the next morning I looked up at the clouds and saw his face with a smile smacked upon it and I swear that he winked. I smiled and winked back as the cloud floated on.

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