Reynolds Metals

the rest of my book- whoever read the first half (on another question)?

Ok so someone said they'd like to read the rest of my book, so here it is so far: “Kevin, even when I go off to college, I will call you every day and write to you and come home every time I can. You know that I love you more than any other person in the world, right?” she held my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “Right?” My eyes climbed up her face, finally resting on hers. “Right,” I said at last. “Good,” she said, leaping up from the couch. “Let’s go back to the party.” August came. It was cold and blustery and made me really appreciate Summer. On the 31st, I woke up very crabby. I slumped downstairs and slouched onto a chair. I stared down blandly at my Mini Wheats and grabbed my spoon. Leslie was sitting next to me eating a blueberry muffin. Today, she was being grumpy with me. I nodded to her muffin. “Is it any good?” she shook her head lazily, “not really.” I dragged myself back upstairs and got dressed for my first day of third grade. Now, as you may have noticed, I am telling a story from my memory. In reality, I am not a 8-year-old boy on his first day of third grade. But that is all I remember. On our way to school, we were talking cheerfully about what this year would contain for us. Leslie was going into seventh grade, and I into third. It was a step up for both of us. Leslie was talking about how she hadn’t seen her friends for the whole summer, and then I blacked out. When I woke up, it took about five minutes for my vision to return completely. I was in a cold hospital bed with at least ten bouquets of flowers on tables in my room. There was a sack of blood hanging on a metal hook next to me and a tube running under my blanket. On my other side was a heart monitor and a clipboard, with a doctor’s messy writing all over it. I hadn’t realized that my head had gone up, but when I did, I laid it back down. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what had happened. Just then, I heard footsteps and a curtain open, so I shut my eyes. The doctor, well, who I assumed was a doctor, walked around the room and I could hear the scratching of a pencil and him lifting things and setting them down again. He sighed, then left the room. I opened my eyes again and tried to sit up more directly, but my body wouldn’t do it, so I just laid there in silence. I heard people coughing and heart monitors beeping and doctors murmuring in the rooms around me. It must have been an hour until someone else walked in. It was a nurse and she came in and did the same things the doctor had done. When she looked at me though, she gasped. “He’s.. he’s.. he-” then ran out of the curtain and returned about two minutes later with a doctor. I heard him dismiss her and then he walked into the room. He looked into my eyes. “Can you hear me, Kevin?” I tried to say yes, but my mouth just creaked open and didn’t produce any sound. He shined a flashlight in my eyes and told me to look left then look right. Then he took the room phone off the hook and dialed. “Hello, Mrs. Hansen? This is Dr. Reynolds.” He paused and tapped his pencil on his clipboard. “Please come to the hospital as soon as possible. He’s awake.” He then clicked the phone down and looked over at me. “We have to run a few brain and heart tests to make sure you’re okay, is that alright, Kevin?” For the next hour and a half, I was put into machines and looked at and after a while, it got annoying. Eventually I was sent back to my room, and when I got there my parents were sitting in the white chairs against the wall. My mom stuttered and covered her mouth and my dad patted her shoulder, smiling at me. My bed was wheeled back to its original spot, and I looked over at my parents. Just then, my mom removed my dad’s arm and shuffled up to me, as if I would break if she got too close. “Honey, Kevin? Are you okay?” I looked at her like she was weird. I was fine. The doctor then walked back in with a small stack of papers and read them off. “His brain activity is normal, and there is no obvious damage to his muscular structure, his nervous system is taking a while to recover, but he should be up and running in a few hours, his heart is in perfect condition. Kevin, how do you feel?” I looked up at him and spoke. “What happened?” With that, my mom started sobbing and my dad hugged her tightly. The doctor pulled up a swivel-chair and sat down next to me. He looked very sympathetic. “Kevin, you were in a car accident. You have been in a coma for the past three years.” I looked at my parents, and back at the doctor. Three years? I couldn’t comprehend anything. I must be 11 years old, and I had missed my whole third, fourth, and some of my fifth grades. “What else?” My mom looked at me. “Honey, we thought you wouldn’t make it. We were going to take you off of life support in four months.” I looked at her as if she were a strange alien from outer space. “Where is Leslie?” The doctor looked at my parents, and back to me, and to my parents again. My mom was crying, so my dad

Public Comments

1. Thank you. When you finnish it please post it on here.
2. This is so amazing!