A ficticious story written by one of our students by Kailyn Fenech Cricchiola.
I’m lucky to be alive. But I don’t deserve to be living. But God chose me. And I think he made the wrong choice.
It was a normal Wednesday. I was working at the local Target across from the movie theatre. It was 3AM. And yeah I know what your thinking. But you’d be surprised by all the drunk teens who come in here looking for a late night snack after a whole night of partying and drinking cheap vodka out of red plastic cups.
One of my regulars came in. Donny was his name. I found it strange he always got the same thing. A 26 pack of Bud Light, Orange juice and a Snickers bar. But tonight he wanted something different. And that was all the money in the cash register. He came up to me. Put the things on the till. And before I could say or do anything he pulled a 22mm hand gun out of his jean pocket.
“Give me all the money!” he said
He sounded scared. But why? After all he was the one holding the gun.
“No” I said in a calm tone.
“What?! I said give me the money!” he said.
Angrier this time. But I wasn’t gonna let that scare me. Who does he think he is?
“I said no”
And that was it. He shot me.
The next thing I knew I was in the hospital with my best friend next to me. She was my only family. You see my family and I aren’t that close. They don’t like me and I don’t like them. And that’s how it’s been for the last 19 years.
The doctor said that the bullet grazed the side of my brain. And that if the bullet moved a bit to the right I would be six feet under. I don’t know why but I would have preferred the funeral option even though I have no money to arrange it. Maybe it was because life has never been very kind to me. Since I was a kid I never had anything really… Given to me. I always had to work for what I had. You could say I grew up independent. So maybe that’s why I wanted this to happen to me. So maybe I could get something I really asked for.
But don’t get me wrong. I’m happy and lucky to be alive and still kicking. But I just have one question… Why me?
Story 2
The Summer Of ’96
Written By: Kailyn Fenech Cricchiola.
It was the summer of ’96. I was driving on highway ’76, going to a party. Alcohol in the back seat of my convertible, listening to music with the roof off. Just having the time of my life.
But then at that moment I got a call. It was from my mother. She had some bad news. It was my father… He had passed away. At that exact moment I stopped the car in the middle of the road and started bawling my eyes out. I turned the car around and went back home. When I arrived I found my mother crying. When she saw me she ran up to hug me, but I didn’t even know what to do at that point.
It was the day of the funeral. The saddest day of my life. When it was time for the funeral to start I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down, but it was no use. I cried when I gave my speech. I had never imagined this day would come. But it did…And I was there.
The funeral ended and I left. Not to go home but to leave the city. I could not bare to live in that house. Not after all that had happened. So I left the next day without looking back. And now I’m here. And I have never been happier.