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Kyra gasped and shot up out of the bed. "What happened?" she whispered to herself. She looked around her cluttered room with its lime green walls and her white bed. her eyes scanned over the cluttered surface of her dresser spoting what she was looking for. She grabbed a hairbrush and fought with it to get through her curly hair that was to long. When she finished she put her dirty blonde hair up in a tight bun and threw on some clothes quickly. This saturday was starting out bad! She just hoped her grandparents didnt know what today was exactly. Kyra ran out her bedroom door and jumped down the stairs three at a time. "hey gramps grandma good day huh?, well i'm going now bye" she headed for the door but her grandfather grabbed her arm and made her sit. "Hey hey hey sugar lump we know what today is" her grandfather said. "No its not that day" kyra persisted. Her grandparents stared at her with bright smiles. "When will you old people learn that rasing me was enough?" kyra asked them and smiled herself. "we should shove this cake in your face" Her grandfather said as her grandma set a piece of cak in front of her. "she might see it alot better on how much we love her". Kyra rolled her eyes at him and dug into the cake. "You guys are just lucky its a saturday" she said in bewtween chewing her food, "Or i'd have to hurt you" she finished after she drank some milk. "Child your lucky we like you!" her grandma said handing her a bouqet of white roses. "Say hi to them for us." her grandfather said standing up and hugging her. "Richard give her the present" her grandma said to her grandfather. She watched as her grandfather produced a red box from his pocket and placed it in her hand. "Don't open it till you get there. ok?" he looked at her with a deep look of admiration. "I promise gramps" she winked and left the house.
Kyra ran down the street to the towns cemetary. She got there just as the gates opened , the security guard nodding in a friendly way to her. walking along the many tombstones she noticed how she can recite the names of each one and the year even the saying special daughter or mother sometimes daughter and mother and many other things. Finally she reached her stop. Two head stones side by side under a shady willow tree. "The weeping willow" She thought to herself "must know there terrible story" She sat down between Elizabeth And Henry sprout. "Hi mom hi dad".
Of course no one answered. Maybe the wind did and the tree's but never the graves. Kyra's fingers delicately traced over there names and yars of death. 1957-2002 for her dad and her moms was 1962-2002, she remebered the day they told her what happened. She was about two visiting her grandparents when her aunt clled and told them that Elizbeth and Henry had both perished in a roadside accident. She picked up the bouget and placed six roses on each grave, deep in thought still. Her grandparents taking her in and raising her like real parents. They said it's what kept them young, but she could see that they were getting old. What would granma and grandpa do if i told them about the dreams? she wondered. she gazed at the fresh roses, running her fingers on the soft grass that covered the gravesite dirt. "hmmm? time to see what they got me" she pulled the red box back out, looking at she noticed that the box had a small pattern of thorns and roses. Nodding aprovingly she opened it a white gold neclace with a emerald leaf laid inside pefectly. It seemed to be staring at her "wow" she whispered.
Kyra clicked it on around her neck. it didnt land t high on her neck and neither to low. She breathed in the mid-morning air. "i'm a whole nother year older" She shook her head. "And i dont feel any different" she stood up and dusted off bits of grass. "okay guys see ya next saturday" almost as if they were there. She walked among the other graves. All alone she felt sorry for them, bare, no one to talk to them, or visit them. The sun was hot and it beat down against her grey shirt and grass stained spotted blue jeans. Acting like nothing was wrong.