My Writing Collage
His tall slender build and big bright eyes are the first things I remember. I also remember that his brother looked just like him. He moved in across the street when I was eleven. He was the first guy I ever had a real crush on. He was always quiet, reserved; yet something about him spoke so loudly that he needn’t say anything. His sister and I were also friends. The long, hot days of summer were filled with gossip, popsicles and listening to him play songs on his violin. They moved away a few summers later, to a house not far away at all. Yet, I seemed to distance myself, almost purposely from their family. I still don’t know why I did that. I missed them. I missed the time we spent outside in the cul-de-sac making forts and playing impromptu baseball without bases, and sometime even without a bat. Then, as we started high school, the unthinkable happened. Craig was diagnosed with cancer. When I found out, things went blurry. I don’t remember what people told me, or even remember most of the rest of that day. I walked around in a daze thinking “this doesn’t happen to people I know” and wondering what I could do to help. The doctors caught it and it went away for a while.
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Approximate Word count = 1507
Approximate Pages = 6 (250 words per page double spaced)
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