Not On My List

Going back home from St. Louis was not on my list. Saying good bye to my friends made my tears felt down non-stop. I did not want to leave. The only thing that pushed me through the trip was my parents. They called the other day that I had to be on the plane the next day. It was really hard for me to leave my friends but I had no choice. I did not want to disappoint my parents since my mother was sick.
As soon as I landed, my brothers were already there waiting for me with a suitcase. They handed me the suitcase and took me home. When I woke up, I could not find my siblings. A talking dragon, about a 4 feet long, has big eyes, kind of fun to play. stared at me from the door. Did not really realizing the dragon, I went outside our house to look for my siblings. I did not where they went. While I was searching for them in the yard, the phone rang. I hurried back inside to answer but it hung up. It rang three times. The third time it rang, I picked it up hurriedly. Before I could answer the phone, the talking dragon told me not to listen to what the caller was going to tell me. I was confused. Why would he want me not to listen to and believe the caller. The person who called told me to go to the hospital. As soon as I heard the word hospital, I had a bad feeling about my mother. Rushing to my room for  change, a tree felt down, just right outside our house. I stopped and looked at it. The talking dragon got angry with me. He said if I did not have listened to the caller the tree would not have fallen over. Confusion was over my dead body. The strange feeling that I had for my mother rose up. He might have been right about not listening to the caller. But, other than the confusion about the tree falling and the talking dragon, I remembered my mother's gift. Her birthday was near and I brought her a present with me from St. Louis.
When I opened the curtain, I saw her lying down. My father stood behind me and my siblings were all crying. I was really confused. I asked them why were they crying but they could not answer me. I went outside and sat. After a while, my father came out and told me to go home. I was more confuse than before. Bending over his shoulder, I could see my mother taken away from her bed. Death rang in my mind. I cried. I did not believe that my mother way dying. I cried so hard that I fainted. As soon as I woke up, I cried and then fainted again. My father got worried about me.
The next morning, I received a phone call from my school counsellor from St. Louis about my friends. She told me they were at the hospital for they crashed into a big tree near our favourite spot. I did not believe what I just heard. All of them did not survive the accident. Grieving for my friends, especially my mother took me a while. I stopped going out and sadly, going to school. I could not help myself being apart from my family again, especially my father. I blamed myself for the death of my mother and friends. Losing them was not on my list too. Since then, the talking dragon became my playmate and friend in our house.