My Necklace: A Short Story

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I have a necklace. One that means the world to me. It’s rare for me to leave the house without it on. It has meaning to me. It belonged to someone important to me until she passed it down to me. I’ve lost the necklace once when I was in kindergarten, but someone found it and was kind enough to hand it in to the school. “BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!” I hate that alarm clock. I check my phone for the time, scroll on instagram for a little while. I hop out of bed and begin to complete my daily morning routine. Eat, brush my teeth, wash my face, get dressed and when I’m about to put on my special necklace… It breaks. The necklace falls to the ground out of my head. Oh, no! Please don’t be broken! I think to myself. I kneel down, pick up the necklace and examine the necklace. It’s broken. There’s no way for me to fix it. My heart shatters into a million pieces. Tears streaming down my face. I run down stairs to mum, “MUM!” lost for words. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying? What happened?” She asks. I can’t put words together. It’s all…show more content…
The knot in my throat tightens and is feeling worse. Everyone around me is staring at me, but I lean onto Giovanni’s shoulders. His t-shirt is soaked in my tears. “This row stand and stick together. We don’t want to miss the train!” Mr Ashleigh yells. I stand up and follow Giovanni out of the row of seats. He whispers and asks if I’m okay. I nod my head yes. As I walk side-by-side of Giovanni to Bicentennial Park where my grade is supposed to meet with our ‘leader’. I look up at Giovanni and smile, “I don’t know why I bursted into tears,” I say, “But I really felt like she was in the room, Giovanni.” “I know, Bianca. I know. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” He says as he begins to comfort me. I leave in a week to Portugal for six weeks and I’ll be able to visit her again. My stomach is filled with butterflies. We’re waiting in line to board the

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