Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33539696-20171109215239

I didn't mean to. I really didn't. I mean, I didn't want to kill Grandma. I just liked that song. You know the one. It goes "Grandma got run over by a reindeer...walking home from our house, Christmas Eve" Yeah. That one. Jana, she’s a girl in my class, she says it's a stupid song, and I should feel bad for singing it. I don't like Jana. She's always saying something, or doing something. Trying to prove she's better than me, or I'm not as good as her. Anyway. I should start over. I heard this old song on the radio. "Grandma got run over, by a reindeer". I thought it was new at first, but my mom and dad tell me it's been on the radio at least since they were kids. Still, it was new to me, and I liked singing it. Grandma did come over for Christmas. She does most years. Except that one time when she had to stay with her sister in the hospital. Well, she did come over, anyway. I was singing that song. My dad called it an "earworm", and I guess it is. It worms itself into your head and won't go away. An hour after you were singing it last, you realize you're humming it under your breath. Anyway. I sung it all day on the 23rd. I didn't even try to stop. I thought it was fun. Though, dad gave me a funny look from time to time. We always go to church the day before Christmas. The whole family together. Grandma goes with us, of course. Dad says church makes him uncomfortable, but he goes for Mom. I know how he feels. Sometimes it's like the whole building wants to fall in on itself and crush you. It's an old building. It's made of stone and is over a hundred years old. Mom says we're both being silly. Dad says the church doesn’t like us, but he doesn’t say that where mom can hear. Anyway, we went to church, sung a bunch of Christmas hymns, then went home. Some time that night, Grandma must have gone outside. When we found her, she was dead. A doctor and a bunch of police came and looked at her, and took pictures, because they thought someone had killed her. They decided it had to have been a terrible accident. Grandma had been trampled to death. trampled? Is that the right word? Stomped to death, anyway. Something with hooves like a cow, or a deer, they said, had stomped her into the snow just before midnight. The thing is, we live in town. Mom and dad told me YEARS ago that there is no such thing as Santa Claus, (but Dad always whispers to me, when he doesn't think Mom can hear, that that doesn't mean there isn't magic.) I know those were reindeer footprints. Not cow. And even though the police called it a terrible accident, and said they'd go around to make sure no one was missing any "exotic animals", I know I killed her. By singing that song. I only have one Grandma left, now, so I need to never sing that song again. I guess Jana was right. I should feel bad for singing that song, but not because it's stupid. Now I'm looking through iTunes for a new song to sing. I need to find a song where someone named Jana dies.

Please forgive the terrible sentence construction. I'm trying to replicate the speech patterns of a child. 