Silvery flakes drift slowly down to the ground leaving a thick layer of cold on the once warm grass. I walk along the snow covered sidewalk with a few other kids from my school. We carry posters of the King of Pop in our gloved hands and sad expressions on our cold faces. We are placing posters of Michael Jackson up all over town in his remembrance. My school friends and I very much enjoyed his music as did most people across the country. I put up my last poster on a phone post and lean against the other side of the post. I stare up towards the sky as the snow comes to a gradual stop. I think about where the King of Pop is now; is looking down on this world and is he happy with what he sees?; is he happy about the posters?; or is he just gone?; maybe he doesn't see anything now; maybe he doesn't think.
Honk! My mom pulls up in our family car in street next to me and honks the car horn signaling me to get in, pulling me from my thoughts.
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Pulled From My Thoughts
Historical FictionThis story is a short chaptered story that allows the reader to step into the perspective of kids in Colorado from different times. Hope you enjoy!
