The Death of Christen :: Personal Narrative Writing

The Death of ChristenIt snowed for tierce straight days after my grandmother died. I wouldnt think the two facts were related but for the fact that the roads were all closed on the second day of the blizzard, and we were stuck at the wake all wickedness long, akin someone or something was trying to keep us there. It was weird, spending the night with dead people. I wasnt alone, of course. there was my family, and then there were the Szerniaks and their dead father, and the stiff of some creepy guy named William Manfred III who had apparently been abandoned at his own wake because his family couldnt make it through the snow. I went in to lower him once, but it was good too creepy in there by myself. My own dead relatives were bad enough, thanks. I finished off other piece of cold, greasy fried chicken from the fast food orchestrate next door and looked up. My uncle was dumb snoring in the corner, my cousin was still trying to look up my skirt (the perv) and my dad was still just sitting there in front of the coffin, candlelight tracing shapes more or less his eyes, s contendowing the few tears he had left to cry. My mother wasnt there...she was stranded like us, although she had it slightly better. While we were here with a bunch of corpses, she was at least(prenominal) stuck in an office with hot coffee and her computer and stuff. She was probably having a blast. I wasnt. After a few more minutes of boredom, I decided to get up, stretch my legs and look for some sort of entertainment. There was a television in a small lounge uprise the bathroom, but it was currently being used as a dope room by some nervous Szerniaks. I wasnt in the imagination for watery eyes and a hacking cough, so I avoided the low-tar menthol-flavored fog hope and went and traced my name on the ice that had formed on the inside of the distant glass door, watching the world swirl around outside as I tried to avoid getting slush on my shoes. Thats how I met Christen. Can I s it here? she asked, sliding down the wall and landing with a thump on the floor across from me, knees worn-out up tight because I was taking up most of the hallway.