How 13 came to Be :A Story

How 13 came to Be
                                 A Story

Once upon a time,  all of the numbers, 0 through 9, gathered to have a meeting at town hall. “Welcome numbers zero through nine!” One said, talking loudly so all of the numbers could hear. “The reason I called you all here,” One continues. “Is we have a problem!” The numbers stir in their seats. “A problem?!” Three, the most easily worried number, shouted. “Is the problem serious? It’s serious. It’s about me! You’re throwing me out of town! I-” Three panicked.

“No, three. It’s not about you.” One reusers three. “Oh good.” three sits back down. “The problem is that we don’t have enough numbers.” He continues. “But before we start making new numbers, does anyone have any objections?” One asks. Nine stands up immediately. “Nine is plenty of numbers! Plus, how do we make more numbers?” She demands. “Well, Nine, 9 isn’t very many numbers.” One says carefully, knowing Nine is very sensitive about her amount. “WAHH!!” Nine winned.

“Okay okay.” One says, leaning over the podium, patting Nine’s round head. “We don’t have as many numbers as the alphabet has letters, and we don’t want to look bad in front of the letters.” One explains. “First, let’s start hearing ideas for making new numbers.” He says, speaking into the microphone once again. “Let me have some ideas.”

The room is silent until Three nervously puts his shaky hand up. “Yes, Three?” One asks,  surprised that the usually skittish and quite number is speaking up. “We could pair up numbers, and make extra copies of them in my “Print Yourself” machine.” Three whispers, rushing through his sentence as quickly as possible. “Great! That’s genius! We’ll do that!” One praises. “Since it was your idea, you get to pick your first partner, and we’ll call two numbers together... Two digit numbers! Perfect!” One rambles.

“Uh, okay.” Three says. “I choose you, One. Since I’m so skittish and shy, and you’re so smart,bold, and brave.” Three mumbles. “The it’s settled!” One smiles. “But, what should this number, 1 and 3, be called?” One asks Three. “Uh, I kind of already thought of a name, Thirteen.” Three says.

Days later, numbers lined up at Three’s house, waiting to get copies of themselves. 1 and 3 stepped into the copy machine first, and out popped 13. Everybody cheered and howled. “Thirteen has been born!” 1 shouted, coming out of the machine, holding up the hand of the first two digit number, Thirteen.

Always

                                               There is always
                                               A wish.
                                               A hope.
                                               A dream.
                                               I will always
                                               be there.
                                               By your side.
                                               In your heart.
                                               My heart
                                               And yours
                                               Will always
                                               Have love.  

Then he was Gone

           About 5 years ago, my mom told me, her head hanging low, that my great grandpa Drees(Papa) passed away. "Oh" I said in a large sigh. Mom's eye's flooded with tears, and so did mine. "Where is he?" I mumbled sadly. "In his bed," she sighed wearily.  The whole family circled his bed ready to say goodbye. Almost everyone was crying, some just standing and staring. I wasn't. I was to confused to cry. My great grandma was crying the hardest. The blue flowery blankets were wrinkled all around his body. I kissed him on the forehead. I jerked back feeling the coldness and berried my head in my mom's shoulder. 
            Days later, we arrived at the graveyard for his funeral. This time I was crying.  I had made a picture for him. I set it in his coffin. "Here Papa," I whispered. "Hope you like it." A man with a small, silver horn played a song. I saw my great grandma Drees lay a bright red rose across the top of his coffin. Finally, they lowered the dark brown coffin into the earth. I stared down right into the dark hole. Then, all of a sudden, people started leaving. Some people crying, some people just walking. I stood there. Frowning. "It's okay." Mom reassured me. "Yeah" I mumbled.  Now we visit him any chance we have.