2010 Best Writer/Round 1/Kerstin

by Lucky in the bathroom. You gotta go when you gotta go! :P

A/N: 'ello! I know this isn't really good, but it took hard work! For the 2010 Best Writer Contest-Round One!

Round One

Title: Hullabaloo

My grandfather was amazing. He was a miracle.

I know grandpas were supposed to be 70-80 years old and very weak, but my Gramps was the most cheeriest person on Earth. He had pale skin, but rosy red cheeks that blushed when he laughed. Gramps had light blue eyes that sparkled whenever you saw him. He was the best. But one of the best traits about him was that he had a good heart.

I had cancer three years ago, when I was seven. My Gramps was there by my side every step of the way. When he had a heart-attack when I was nine (my cancer was gone by then), I did the same. We were there for each other.

It was a cold, bitter Saturday morning. I was swinging on the swingset in my backyard, with Gramps pushing me.

"Louise, I've got to go. I need to get my prescription medication from the drugstore," he said, as he pushed one last time.

I nodded. "Okay, Grandpa. Are you coming back tomorrow?"

"I might."

"Okay, then."

I got off and escorted him to the door. "Hullabaloo," I said, smiling.

"I lost my shoe," Gramps finished.

"Hullabaloo was an old rhyme that he sang to me when I had cancer. I never forgot it.

Gramps grabbed his hat and he was on his way. "Bye, Gramps!" I yelled as he waited at the bus stop. He waved at me. Then I closed the door.

It was Sunday, about 3:00 PM. Gramps wasn't here yet. He usually arrived at about 2, but my mother said that there probably was a delay on the bus. I doubted that attempt.

"Phooey, the bus is never late!" I shot back.

Suddenly, the telephone rang. My mother reached for it. "Hello?"

As she got deeper into the conversation, she turned pale. "Ohh..." she said into the phone. "I'll be there right away."

I frowned. "What's wrong?" I asked, a bit queasy. My mother sighed and grabbed her parka. "Your grandfather is in the hospital."

My stomach lurched. "Why?"

"He had a heart attack."

She handed my my coat and opened the door. "Come along, now."

I sniffed as tears swelled up in my eyes.

When we got to Grampa's hospital room, a bunch of tubes were running up and down his body. I knew it was life support, or at least, I thought it was.

I held his hand. "It's going to be okay," I murmured softly.

A nurse grasped my wrist tightly and pulled my away. "Do not touch ze patient...!" she snapped at me. My mother started arguing with her. Suddenly, the beeping of the moniter began to swell, and lower to one swift sound. The sound I dreaded. The doctor came in, and grabbed two flat metals that were connected to a wire. He rubbed them together. "Clear!" he shouted, and pushed the metal things into Gramps's chest. "No!" I screamed. "Don't hurt him!"

My mother pulled me back. "Hush...it is okay, Louise..."

I just did not believe it.

Gramps's funeral came two months later. I had worn my favorite white dress, but then it became the most dreaded thing I had ever worn.

I sung CANCER by My Chemical Romance.

Then I sung HULLABALOO.

I did not cry, because I felt so weak in the knees and so hopeless.

I sat in the swing, with no one to push me.

Then I got up and lay in the grass to stare in the sky. I saw the color of Gramps's eyes...blue.Then I saw his face.

"Hullabaloo," he whispered. I smiled.

"I lost my shoe..." I continued, and danced around. I accidentally tripped on the rake, my neck on the blade, but I did not feel any pain. I danced up into the skies with my Gramps, singing HULLABALOO proudly with him.