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This is a paper i had to write for Enlgish. Please dont laugh crying

There are events that happen in our lives that to the eyes of an adult may not be as catastrophic as to that of a child’s. In my life I’ve witnessed evil from many experiences. Some, others witnessed, and some that no one could ever understand. The question now stands, how shall I tell my story? Shall I relay it to you as though it were a bedtime story? Or should I display it in vivid detail, from the color of the sky to the place of the tiniest pebble in the sand? Perhaps, in order for you to hear this story you must come to reality with both sides of story telling. The language and the picture.
“Courtney? Courtney?” came a voice from the right side of me. I shifted back into reality to find my friend Emma sitting in the passengers set of my car. “About time, I was afraid you might have nodded off at the wheel” she joked. We both laughed and I concentrated on the road again. Silence drifted through the car as we drove on to the highway. “It’s been so long,” she muttered breaking the eerie silence. I looked at her for a moment before speaking up.
“It’s been so long since what?” I asked slightly confused at what she was trying to say. Emma chuckled a bit then looked out her window. I continued to walk in the dark was to what she was talking about.
“It’s been so long, since we’ve been here. 6 years is a long time you know,” she told me. I was silent. It had been a long time, but for some reason, not long enough. Engaged and planning a wedding. Finishing collage and looking forward towards my future. At least, I wish I could. But lately, all I’ve been able to do is look back into my past.
An hour passed before I dropped Emma off at her parent’s house. She told me to come inside, but I declined the offer. “I cant, I need to get going. I’ll see you tonight” I shouted out my window before driving off. I turned on the radio and smiled as a song began to play that I knew. But the song drifted away as my mind began to stray towards my past experiences.
“No! NO! Please no!” cried my mother from her room. I stood at her doorway looking in through a crack in the door as she cried. “I’m on my way!” she told a person on the phone and hung up. She began to stand but immediately sank back down and cried. I opened the door and walked to her side.
“Mommy?” she whispered softly. Her soft eyes stained with tears looked at me. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close. “Mommy? What’s wrong?” I asked on the verge of tears myself.
“I’ll explain in the car go get your brother and wake him up” she told me. I did as she asked and the hurried into the car. She drove for 30 minutes until we reached apartment buildings. My mother parked and then we climbed the stairs to my uncle’s apartment. He opened the door and my mother and uncle hugged, both crying. My mother went inside and then through another door. My uncle had my brother and myself sit on couch and wait.
“Courtney, Josh. I’m afraid grandpa as-“ she stopped taking a deep breath trying not to cry. “Grandpa has passed away” he finally told us through tears and walked away. My brother cried silently but I only stood there. Dumbfounded. He couldn’t be dead. He was grandpa; he was my sweet kind grandpa. He always held me on his lap and read me stories or told me his own. He would dance with me and make me laugh. He knew all my favorite movies and games, and loved me. And I loved him, he couldn’t be gone.
I jumped back into reality and wiped the tears from my eyes. “Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend? Somewhere along in the bitterness, had I stayed up with you all night, I might have known how to save a life” played on the radio, and over and over again in my head. Cars honked and drivers cursed at me as I quickly pulled off to the side of the road. I laid back and took a few deep breaths trying to get control over my emotions again. About fifteen minutes passed before I was back on the road again. I changed the song and smiled as another; livelier song began to play. Turned on to Dry Creek and then made another left. Before long I was parked in the driveway of my old house. I stared at it and smiled. Luckily no one lived here, so I could get in trouble. My parents had sold it and moved to Idaho only a few years after I had graduated from high school. I got out and walked the front door and took out my old key. I unlocked it then stepped inside. Everything was as it was before. Old and dusty. I sat down on the stairs and looked up at the ceiling, and smile forming on my lips. I closed my eyes and laid back a bit.
“Good morning mom” she mumbled coming down the stairs. I sat down at the table and my mother pushed a plate of waffles over to me and then came around and kissed the top of my head. I just smiled and the dug into my waffles.
“You find out the weather while I go get your clothes” she told me and I reached for the remote to the TV. I turned it on and switched over to the news. My mother and I always wanted to know the weather for the day before I went to school. But the weather never showed. Instead screams and hysteric talking filled the speakers. A crumbling building and smoke was all I saw on the television. My mother came back and stared at the screen. “Oh my!” she cried but stopped and handed me my clothes. “Go get ready” she ordered. I obeyed and got ready. I thought about what I had seen on the screen and pushed it from my mind. Nothing like that could happen here, it must have been somewhere else in the world. I got on the bus and the radio talked about the incident and how it had also spread to Washington DC. Everyone on the bus froze and the bus pulled off to the side. This tragedy, which I had witnessed on television, was happening right here, in our own Untied States.
I jumped up as a loud buzz filled my pocket. Taking out my cell phone I looked at the caller and smiled. “Hello?” she asked, my voice shaky from my memories of 9/11.
“Hey! Its Alex!” came the voice. I laughed and smiled more sitting up.
“I know its you silly. What’s going on?”
“You tell me. Aren’t you suppose to be at the airport by now?” he questioned. I looked down at my watch and then jumped straight out.
“Oh no! I’ll miss my flight!” Alex laughed and then spoke again. His voice was as soft and as gentle as ever.
“You better hurry. I’ll see you when you get back to California. Love you!” he said before hanging up. I ran put my phone away and then ran out the door into my car. I hurried off to the airport and boarded my flight just in time. I sighed and sat back in my set. I stared out the window as it flew through the clouds. I sighed and then took out my notebook and pen and began writing.
The events we experience through life, our what make us who we are today? I am 23 years old, engaged to a young man, planning my wedding at the Salt Lake Temple, and preparing myself for the life that’s ahead of me. If it hadn’t for been everything that happened in my life. I might not be where I am today. Nor would the world. I may be one little drop in life’s river, but a drop can tip the scale.
I closed my notebook and then sat back and smiled. My past didn’t really bother me after that. I thought back every now and then, but my future was much more important to me now.