School contd...

First of all, I miase well say that all that studying did me absolutley no good. I did horrible on both tests. Oh well. I don't really remember what I wanted to say. So, really, this is a waste of a post. Oh well!
While I'm here, and talking about school, I had to write a disturbing short story for English. I thought that I'd post it and see what you guys think:

Short Lived Love
By Rosalynn Thiessen

It was supposed to be a great day the next day, sunny with only a few clouds in the sky. For Damian, this was the perfect day to be at work. Damian Peters worked four days a week at the drawbridge. He was a well cut man and loved sitting outside in the sun while he was waiting for a ferry or a train to show up. His four-year-old daughter, Morgan, also loved being outside in the sun. Tomorrow would be a great day to give his wife a break from being a mom and take Morgan to work with him. They would all enjoy it. It had been a month or so since Damian spent a day with his only child, and even longer since his wife had had a day without either of them.
“Say goodbye to Mommy, Morgan,” Damian told his daughter who was all dressed to play outside. “Bubby Mommy. I lub you!” Morgan explained as she hugged her mom tightly. “Have a good day honey. We should be home around seven,” Damian said as he kissed his wife goodbye.
Morgan talked the entire forty-five minute ride there and when they arrived, it only took five minutes for her to get lost in her play. Damian kept a close eye on his daughter as he opened up his little control booth and took out his lawn chair. The weather man sure was right; the weather was great. Damian sat down, picked up his book and began reading, not really paying full attention to the words. He sat there silently and, out of the corner of his eye, watched Morgan play in the dust. It would defiantly be bath time when they get home.
A long, deep horn-like sound came from around the bend of the river. That was the distinct sound of a moving ferry. “Morgan! Come, quick! There’s a boat coming!” Morgan immediately dropped her toys and came running to her daddy’s side. Damian picked her up and let her stand on the only bit of counter space that wasn’t occupied. “Do you want to watch the bridge go up?” Damian asked as his hand headed towards the button. “Ya!” He smiled at her excitement as he hit the button. Morgan looked at the bridge in complete awe. As she pointed at it, she bounced up at down and with laughter in her voice said, “Bridge going up Daddy! Bridge going up!” Once the ferry came into view, she completely forgot about the bridge and started to ramble on about the big boat.
Morgan eventually went back to her play only to hear her daddy calling her again thirty minutes later. “Come here honey! Do you want to see the bridge go down?!” She was on her feet within seconds running as fast as her little legs could carry her. Once she was by her daddy’s side, she asked him, “Daddy? Can I push dah button?” Picking her up in his arms, Damian put her on his stool so she could reach the button and told her to go ahead and push it.
Damian took out his camera knowing how much his wife would love to see how extremely excited Morgan was. And you sure could see the excitement. Her already big bright blue eyes got bigger with a certain little sparkle that lit up her face, immediately making her large mass of blond ringlets look small. And that gap between her two front teeth just seemed to disappear within that huge smile.
After the bridge went down, Morgan looked curiously at Damian. “Why did dah bridge hafta go down Daddy?” “Well, in a minute, a very fast train is going to come around that corner,” he lifted his hand and pointed to the bend in the track, “and go right over this bridge.” Morgan almost fell off the stool trying to see around the bend. She suddenly got excited again and, as she pointed, asked, “That train?!” “Yup!” Damian replied as he jokingly started to tickle her. She giggled intensely as she tried desperately to get away.
As the day went on, Morgan’s excitement for the bride, boats and trains never dwindled. Every time her daddy called her name, she came running with no hesitation in mind. Damian stopped worrying so much about Morgan and started to pay more attention to his book instead of what she was doing. She seemed to have noticed this because she kept on wondering farther and farther away from the booth. She eventually reached the bridge (which really wasn’t very far from the booth) and when she saw it, she immediately started to explore. Morgan climbed down underneath the bridge and soon discovered all the mechanisms. Her face immediately lit up with excitement for she had just found her new playground. She climbed on and crawled around the big wheels going in and out of tight spaces.
Morgan suddenly heard the loud scream of a train and knowing her dad would soon be calling, she started to find a way out. Damian heard the train and called out for Morgan. “Daddy! I’m stuck!” Morgan replied. Damian had no idea where she could be stuck around here, “Where are you?” He heard her far off reply, “Under dah bridge!” and started to panic. Here there is this speed strain with around three hundred people aboard that will be here within two minutes and it would take longer that that just to get to the bridge. If he didn’t push that button, he could save his daughter but three hundred people would be killed. If he pushed the button, his daughter would be squished to death but three hundred people would live. The same frightening question kept running over and over in his head: Save one person, or three hundred?
Damian slowly pushed the big red button as he told his daughter how much he loved her. He stood there unbelieving as he listened to Morgan scream.