In bed I pick up my dusty old grade school yearbook, I open the slightly ripped pages to third grade. I went through each picture like I was a lawyer investigating a case. Random memories kept popping up in my head from each of my classmates. I flipped to the page that had the only picture of me with my friends Matt, Andy, Ben, and Rob. We had are arms around each other with smiles on are face not knowing that we all would grow farther apart from each other. For some reason I couldn’t stop looking at this picture. I remember we were outside playing the only thing that mattered in third grade: four square. Four Square is the place where four simple squares and a rubber ball mattered more than anything in life. Who knew that picture would have an impact on my life forever. …show more content…
I sat up on my bed to the juicy smell and sizzzzling sound of bacon. I followed the lovely scent unhurriedly down the steps. My mother gave my breakfast to me like she has been doing for the last seventeen years. I say a halfhearted and half asleep “good morning” to my mother. I pull my phone out and check social media like I usually do every summer morning. I see “Tweets” saying, “RIP GRG.” “Remember GRG,” I say in confusion, “who’s that.” It hits me like a deer in headlights. I say to my mom, “Rob Graham has died” like I was chocking on a piece of bacon. My mother in utter shock starts to weep like a baby. And I sit there with my head spinning. What? Why? How? When? Those are the questions filling my head. I run to my room avoiding anything in my way. There it is my grade school yearbook open to the picture I looked at all last