The Death of Christen :: Personal Narrative Writing

The Death of ChristenIt snowed for three straight days after my grandmother died. I wouldnt think the two facts were related nevertheless for the fact that the roads were all closed on the second day of the blizzard, and we were stuck at the wake all nighttime long, like someone or something was trying to keep us there. It was weird, spending the night with dead people. I wasnt alone, of course. There was my family, and then there were the Szerniaks and their dead father, and the form of some creepy guy anticipated William Manfred III who had apparently been abandoned at his own wake because his family couldnt make it through the snow. I went in to visit him once, but it was just too creepy in there by myself. My own dead relatives were bad enough, thanks. I finished off another piece of cold, buttery fried chicken from the fast food place next door and looked up. My uncle was still snoring in the corner, my cousin was still trying to look up my skirt (the perv) and my dad was s till just sitting there in front of the coffin, candlelight tracing shapes around his eyes, swallowing the few tears he had go forth to cry. My mother wasnt there...she was stranded like us, although she had it slightly better. While we were here with a bunch of corpses, she was at least stuck in an office with hot coffee and her ready reckoner and stuff. She was probably having a blast. I wasnt. After a few more minutes of boredom, I decided to get up, stretch my legs and look for some crystalise of entertainment. There was a television in a small lounge near the bathroom, but it was currently being used as a consume room by some nervous Szerniaks. I wasnt in the mood for watery eyes and a hacking cough, so I avoided the low-tar menthol-flavored fog bank and went and traced my name on the ice that had formed on the inside of the outside glass door, watching the world swirl around outside as I assay to avoid getting slush on my shoes. Thats how I met Christen. Can I sit here? s he asked, sliding down the wall and landing with a mystify on the floor across from me, knees drawn up tight because I was taking up most of the hallway.