The Moon

April 30, 2010
By Evangilene BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
Evangilene BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
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The Moon was rising in the night. I was scared, for who wouldnt be when they are in the cemetary visiting their moms gravestone, sitting on dirt that was covering her body. Tears that were rolling down my face. I looked up into the sky, staring at the moon, asking myself why my life had to be this way, and why did it have to be my life. Suddenly, a breeze interrupted my sobbing. i was scared, and my body started to freeze. Everything except my head. suddenly, I heard my mom's voice whisper in my ear. "Help", she had said. I was so frightened, and it sounded freakishly like her, that I couldnt resist. I turned my head around... to see nothing there.

The author's comments:
My mom just died, so my inspiration was taking my feelings and making it into something meaningful.

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