My life is on my computer, all of my family and friends know that. I only had a laptop I got from my cousin Elizabeth and I had all of my stories, poems, and pictures on it because I didn't have a flash drive. It was big and heavy but it was my own computer and I was happy. We got an anti-virus software to help protect it. Then soon after, it had started glitching and randomly turning off, so I told my mom. She said we would take it in soon to have it checked out. Before we had the chance though, I went to go on it and it wouldn't turn on at all. That is when the panic started to set in.
We took my laptop to a computer tech to see what was wrong. The guy said that my computer was fried and that I had lost everything on it. My mom picked me up from school because we were supposed to go to my grandma's house. While we were driving , she told me what the tech said. My stomach knotted up as I to hold back my tears but they slipped through anyway. My tears slid down my cheeks and onto my lap; I couldn't speak. I had worked on so many stories and poems for so long on that computer, those stories were my life. When I thought I had lost them forever, I couldn't move. I just stared out the car window the rest of the way while my mom tried to cheer me up.
I was depressed for weeks following. Whenever I tried writing again, I would start to tear up again. Finally, I tried to move on and just kept a notebook.
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