Wrote this for class to show repetition and to copy similar writing style of Nina Bouraoui. Enjoy
Everything happens in threes. Everything begins and
ends. Everything changes. I should have known after the first phone call that
my life was going to change forever. I remember that day like it was three
hours ago. It was Halloween of 2014 and I had loads of laundry to do. The day
was sunny with very few clouds littering the sky. My father called me three
times and I should have known the darkness coming. I should have known the
change that was about to occur. The phone call lasted 10 minutes and consisted
of disbelief and sorrow. My grandmother had found him early that morning. He
hung himself in the basement with no note. No one knows why. Although the sun
was shining, everything around me changed. I should have known that after my
grandfather’s taking that more would come. But I didn't see it coming when my
other grandfather left for a new paradise two weeks later. 2 down 1 to go, who
will it be. I thought everything was in the clear until I got back. Movies with
the best friend and three missed phone calls. One from my mom, two from my
brother overseas. I should have known, but it was pure denial. My grandma
decided that she would much rather go to heaven than enter 2015. My life is
changing. It is beginning and ending. Everything happens in
threes and I am still in denial. Everything changes and I grieve for three. Now
I know and must begin again.
