THE MIST

I woke up at 3 in the morning "Damnit" I thought. This is getting annoying not being able to sleep.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen and started to make breakfast. While the stove heated up. I cracked a few eggs and put them in a pan.

While the eggs cooked I grabbed the bacon out of the freezer and layed a separate pan with the strips of deliciousness.

Than I put a few pieces of bread in the toaster. While I waited for everything to finish up. I started to read a war novel I packed for base camp.

Than my phone started to ring. I looked at the number. it was my grandmother.

I answered.

" your Grandfather passed away at 2:30 this morning". As those words struck me. I felt my heart sink.

She asked me if I Still had that war novel. I answerd with yes. " that's not a war novel. it's your grandfather's ww2 diary".

I looked at the table and saw the book. A tear slid down my face. She hung up the phone.

I was crying overdramaticly. I sat down at the table and continued to morne about my grandfather's death.

The toast popped up. I got up and turned the stove off and sat back down. I felt like I had to make my grandfather proud.

I went to my room and started to listen to some motivational music while I got dressed and I finished packing.

I grabbed my grandfather's diary and put it in my bag. At 7:30 I found my keys and went out side. I unlocked the door to my pick up truck.

I got inside my truck and started the engine and drove out of the drive way.