Notes

Harrison
Mrs. Karim
H.S. Writer’s Workshop
12 November 2018
Umbrella
My umbrella was hanging over my head sideways as my feet slowly scrunched up the fresh snow. The cloudy sky was filled with a dark gray. As the snowflakes drifted and danced down towards the white carpet of land, my boots made prints. Suddenly, I heard a rustle next to the path I was on. I turned around, checked left and right, but I found nothing. Shrugging it off, I continued walking to the church.
Soon enough, I saw the church up ahead. I closed my umbrella while shaking off excess snow. As I arrived, the doorman greeted me.
“Hey Sam! Where’s your buddy?” He questioned.
Confused, I replied, “What buddy are you talking about?”
“Someone rang my doorbell last night and told me you were bringing a friend to this meeting”
“Oh. I never planned to bring any friends,” I pondered. He shrugged and opened the door, then waved for me to walk in. When I entered the room, there were only a few seats left and the discussion about our city’s weather had already begun. The best I could do for now is to listen.
Eventually, a person dressed in full black sat right next to me. I wondered how he got in, as only people that were invited could come in. I couldn’t tell what he looked like either because his horrific huge hat shaded his whole face. Everybody stared at him because he brought a shovel. Just a few moments after he arrived, he went outside again, and didn’t come back for a while. When the meeting was almost over, the roof dented. The stillness in the room suddenly became so immense, it was as quiet a testing room. Finally, the ceiling collapsed, and snow, ice, and dirt all came down upon the people. I rushed out of the building, along with many other fleeing souls. Although I ran out, I never ran away. I located the black suit man shoveling more snow into the gaping hole. The shovel was a tractor, plowing snow and grass through the roof.
I ran up to the man and shoved my umbrella deep into his stomach. I heard the ‘spelch’ as the blood came oozing out. The man resisted but I kept smacking him in the face and his back. We were a strangling mess as we fought each other.
“Why did you stop me?” asked the man.
“It was for the good of the community!” I exclaimed, ready to finish him.
“I didn’t know this is how you treated family,” the man finally whispered as I struck him in the head as hard as I could. Breathing heavily, I took his hat off and put his hood down. I then gasped at the fact that I just killed my own brother.