A long way from your heart.

Miranda Anderson Anderson 1

Mrs.Meadows

English E.F

4 october 2011

A long way from your heart.

It was a cold day in New York, and Ethan, Jacob, and I were walking down Broadway. It was pretty chilly outside so we were all wearing hoodie's and long pants. Mom and Dad were eating lunch at Moxie's with D.b's friend parents.

While we were walking down the frosted sidewalk we came across a little sports store. There in the front window, just in the little corner stood a baseball glove, it was not that special, and nobody could really spot it, but Jacob did, and he thought it was special.

“ Hey guys, look at that baseball glove! “ Jacob said enthusiastically.

“ Where is it? “ Ethan said.

“ Right there! The little one in the corner! “

“ Do you want it, bud? “ If you knew Jacob like I knew him you would do anything for him.

“Please! “

Ever since the day that Ethan and I got him the left handed baseball glove, it has been apart of him.

It was his glove, it was the thing that connected me to Jacob. Jacob was my brother, he died from Lukemia when i was thirteen , he was only eleven. Jacob was probably the nicest guy i knew! He has bright firey red hair, and I swear you could see him from a mile away, but now it seems he has faded into dust..

Jacob had a left-handed fielders mitt, he was left handed. The baseball glove has poems written all over it, in green ink. Jacob wrote poems so he would have something to do when nobody was up at bat.

Jacob was the nicest guy i knew, and he never got mad, usually gingers get mad very easily, but not Jacob. Jacob was also unbelievably smart, teachers would call mom telling her how good of a student he was.

After Jacob died I slept in the garage for a while, I even punched all the windows in there, I messed up my hand pretty bad. Now i cant make a complete fist. If you want to know the truth, I don't know why I did it, I just did, it's like i wasn't aware of what i was doing .

After I punched the windows in the garage my parents were going to take me to a Phychoanalist, I can understand why, I mean I don't think it's that normal to go on a rage like that.

My brother was a super nice guy, and that will never change, and when the rain is pouring down, i still feel the hurt and the loss.