Cerome

Well "Hi Cerome!," i said, merely on my way to school, " How are you doing today?" "Fine," he says stopping and looking at me with his gold teeth gleeming down on me with his wide smile.

For one Cerome was my hero, a person that I could go to evey hour or minute of the day with a question and he would always have a helpful or direct answer. I would always use his advice wisely.He was a friend but soon enough me and Cerome became even closer we would go every where together, we would go to the movies, mall, library , and anywhere I wanted to go, he wanted to go.

One day I was hit by a car, Cerome would come every day to the hospital to see me he would bring me flowers, candy, my favorite food: like macaroni & cheese, a cheesburger with buttermilk sauce etc. ,i loved the attention. The day that I got out of the hospital he was right outside sitting on the car looking beatiful as usual with his button down shirt, his tie, and his loafers. I ran to him with opens arms he held me and then he started to cry. I said,"Cerome what's the matter." He said,"There is something I need to tell you." said,"what Cerome." He said,"I am your father."

Then I woke up, I was swaeting and panting and saying to myself, "What a dream!" I have never really had a hero ----to really call a hero---- so this story--- was really one of my dreams.