a year to forget.

One thing I;ve always wanted to do was keep a Journal, but I've never been much of a hand-writer. So when I saw a few people I know using blogspot I thought, What the hell.

So the basics about me:

My name's Kass. I'm 16 years old and I live at home with Mum, Hannah, Jake, and our cat and dog, Snow and Louis. I go to Carroll College and I have the ost beautiful friends.

I honestly don't know where I would be without them and I'm forever in debt to them.

The year was 2008 and it had started with a bang. I got my braces off. after 26 months with them on, these pieces of metal that had become a part of who I was were leaving forever. Itwas January 11th and I was off to get my retainer. After a long shift at work I came home. I turned and looked at Mum.
"Kass, Gyzmo drowned in the pond."

As I backed away from her I stumbled down the stairs and curled into a ball on my bed. This was only the beginning.

March 16th came. I arrived home to find my father with his things packed and leaving. This was the day that I knew was coming for years. Mum and Dad had officially split.

Surely, I thought, things can't get any worse. But as usual, I was wrong.

July 22nd. As usual I walked home after a long day at school. As per usual, I arrived at my Yiayia and Papou's (Grandma and Grandpa in Greek). I dumped my things at the front door and walked to the kitchen for my milo and milk. As I turned into the kitchen, I was paralised. Yiayia was on the ground. I ran to her to make sure she was at least breathing. "Go get Papou" she instructed. Shaken I screamed for him to come upstairs, as he did my brother walked in, I told him to sit with his sister in the Sun Room and wait there. As I did as my Papou instructed, I went and got a pillow, a cold facewasher and called the ambulance. As soon as I was off the phone to the Ambulance I rang Mum and told her what had happened. As soon as the ambulance had arrived, they were gone again. What hurt the most was that nobody stopped to ask how I was feeling. I was the one that found her on the floor and that image is forever etched into my mind. For the next couple of hours we sat in the hospital and waited for the helicopter to arrive. The CareFlight chopper arrived and Yiayia was taken to Canberra Hospital, Woden. For the next three months, every weekend we would make the trip to Woden where we would visit Yiayia and get to know the Nurses, physiotherapists and other patients so well.

September 24th. My 15th Birthday.
Sitting in Hogs Breath Mums phone rang. It was Yiayia and Papou. This was the first birthday of mine that they had missed. They rang and whe I heard their voices I burst into tears. This was hard.

The year went on with its ups and downs. 2009 came, and we thought this was the year to move on. It wasn't. But that's a story for another day.

And a word to the wise, don't take anything for granted.