Controversy: A Short Story

I walk out of the school with two bags, a gym bag and a bag to hold my books and walk home with my moms boyfriend, Ralph. “Hurry T!”
Did I mention my nickname is T? Well it is. Anyway, “What? Why am I hurrying, Ralph?! “We have to go somewhere.” “Wait we’re not going home first?” “No…” “Okay…”
We go straight in the car then I realize my mom’s in the car, too! I say, “Mom why are you here too? Shouldn’t you be at work? Is something important happening? What the heck is going on???” “You’ll see.”
So with that stupid answer I fall asleep in the car with the radio playing Rude.

Then I wake up to a neighborhood. A neighborhood! What the heck?! I come out of the car drowsy and tired and well you understand. “Mom, what are we doing here?”

What the heck?! Did I say something?
As we walk in quiet and silent my mom rings the doorbell and a woman opens the door. “Can I help you?” “We’re here to see John.”
John?! John?! Is this my grandpa John?! What?! And as I’m thinking this I accidentally said it out loud… “John?!”
My mom looks at me with her damp eyes. So I stop. The woman walks us into a room and my eyes light up so bright and I automatically start crying along with my mom. It’s my grandpa on the bed. He’s so skinny, I’ve never seen him that skinny before. It was hard looking at him. I was disturbing.

40 minutes later…

In a slump a woman asks if we are hungry and of course I don’t say no. They figured out my nickname because my mom calls me that, so she said

What the heck?”
My mom and I leave depressed and stressed. I cry every minute of every second thinking about that night and how it happened.

The next day…

It’s saturday the day after my grandpa died and we have to pick his stuff up to keep or donate. Very disturbing if you think about it. I ask my mom if I could have his bronco hat and watch. Of course she doesn’t mind so I took it home and still have it to this day. I never wear it because of my poofy hair though… I was crying for five days straight so I didn’t go to school knowing I was going to cry at some point and look like a fool. At this point I feel alone I mean yes I have my mom but lost my dad and my grandpa. I pretty much lost all my male romotles. I know this story is supposed to be about my dad but let’s be honest, you want to know what happened to my dad so let's’ get to it!
So when I was about six I was home playing with my fairies when my mom checks her facebook and kicks me off the computer “Tyanna…” “Yes mommy?” “There has been a mishap.” “A what…” “Mishap, when something bad happens unintentionally.” “Oh