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Hi, my name is Rachael
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By EnchantedStar Send DollMail
Created: 2005-01-29 17:42:25 All stories by EnchantedStar
Rachael ran home from school. She couldn’t wait to tell her mother and Granny the news. She had been accepted to the cheer squad! She flung open the front door and sped through the hall. She swerved through the open doorway of the den, shedding her coat on a waiting armchair. “Granny! Mom…” Her voice trailed off as she saw her mother sitting on the couch, hands over her face. Rachael stood there, frozen, as a sickening feeling crept into her stomach. Her mother stood and walked over, embracing her daughter tightly. “Granny…” Her mother whispered, but Rachael struggled and pushed her mother away before she could say any more. She ran up the stair, screaming, “Granny! Granny, where are you?” She rushed feverishly through the hall, looking through every door. “Granny!” she yelled, over and over, but there was no answer. Rachael stumbled into her room and collapsed on the bed, holding tightly to the fuzzy purple blanket. She sobbed into the sheets, her body shaking. Her mother walked in quietly and sat on the edge of her bed, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Granny’s dead, sweetie.” Rachael sobbed harder. “I’m sorry,” her mom told her. Rachael sat up, still crying. “No, she’s not!” She yelled, trying to make the nightmare go away. “You’re lying!” Her mother shook her head. “Yes, she is,” she told her gently. Rachael flopped back down, pulling a pillow over her head. “I don’t believe you,” she sobbed. “Go away.” Her mother left quietly, shutting the door slowly.

Rachael wasn’t sure of what was going on for the next few days. She didn’t go to school, and she didn’t talk to her mom. In fact, she tried not to go anywhere near her. She just kept waiting for Granny. Sitting in Granny’s rocking chair, looking out Granny’s window, waiting. Granny never came. Rachael cried.

It was the first time her mom had tried to talk to Rachael since she left her room. “Jason’s here,” she said quietly. Rachael looked at her with sorrowful eyes until she left the doorway. Jason, Rachael’s best friend, walked in. She didn’t say anything, and he sat across from her. They both just sat there, not speaking a word. “Rachael, you have to talk to me,” he said. “Granny’s dead,” she spat out, hating to say it. Her voice cracked, from the crying and from not speaking for several days. “I know.” He told her. She clenched her fist. “I’m so angry, but I don’t know what to do. It has to be someone’s fault. There has to be someone…” Rachael ground her teeth. Jason shook his head kindly. “There’s no one. Your granny died of old age. It’s not anyone’s fault.” Rachael sighed and leaned back in the big, fluffy chair. “I should be,” she told him defiantly. “Then I could take all this out on them.” She wiped away a tear and sniffed, trying not to cry. She had cried enough all ready. There was no reason to bother Jason with it. “It’s okay to cry,” he said. “It’s the only way you’re going to feel better.” She nodded and relaxed, ready to let the tears come. They never did. It was like she had run out of them, and there weren’t any left. Jason smiled and stood up. “I’ve got to go. See you later, okay?” She forced a smile, sniffing. “Okay.”

The funeral had been over for almost an hour, but Rachael was still standing in front of the casket. They weren’t going to bury her till tomorrow, and she wanted all the time with Granny that she could get. She kept her hands behind her back, not daring to risk accidentally touching Granny’s body. She had done that earlier, and the limp coldness frightened her. She heard someone behind her, but she didn’t turn around. “I think we should go now,” said Jason, putting a hand on her shoulder. She whipped around angrily. “Just go away! I didn’t ask for you to stay! Stop bothering me!” The words poured out of her mouth before she could stop them. Jason shrugged and walked away, but his eyes looked sad. Rachael looked down at Granny’s face, and imagined her smiling. She reached out and took her grandmother’s lifeless hand. Suddenly, as she truly realized Granny was dead, she felt better. She laid Granny’s hand gently next to her body and, with a last, loving glance, Rachael left.

Jason was standing outside, with his back to the door. Rachael reached up and put a hand on his shoulder. He turned around. “I’m sorry,” she told him. “It’s alright,” he said, and hugged her. “It’s all right."

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