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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

After we all calmed down and took a deep breath, I decided that Rudy deserved a funeral. JJ dug a hole and Kiara helped me make a sign while Pope and John B put Rudy in the ground. I pushed the small cross we made into the ground and admire Kiara's handwriting where she wrote 'RIP Rudy Rooster'.

"Rest in peace, Rudy" I mumble with a frown.

"RIP" The others say in unison.

"Does anyone want to say anything?" I ask politely.

"About a rooster?" Pope laughs in disbelief, making my frown deepen and JJ elbows him in the ribs at the same time Kiara slaps him upside the head.

"Ha ha, very funny, Pope. Let's all laugh at the girl who gave the rooster a funeral!" I exclaim, my emotions hitting me like a tsunami and the Pogues' eyes widen as they watch me "Forgive me for thinking that when someone dies they deserve to be laid to rest with nice words. Everyone deserves to have nice things said about them after they die. Even roosters!"

"Angel-" JJ tries to talk to me but I shake my head.

"No, it's not fair. I'm sick of it!" I scream, storming away from the group.

I sit down at the end of the dock and pull my legs up to my chest, laying my chin on my knees as I watch the water. The sun shines down in golden coloured beams and the water reflects the light as the gentle waves wash over each other.

I don't mean to be so irrational and rude to people, especially my friends, but sometimes my emotions get too overwhelming for me to cope with and I just explode at anyone who slightly pisses me off

I hear the creak of wood behind me and I turn my head to see JJ sit down next to me.

"Is he mad at me?" I ask curiously, looking back at the water.

"No, but he thinks you're mad at him" JJ answers and I frown.

"I shouldn't have yelled at him" I admit and the blonde shakes his head in agreement.

"What are you gonna do about it?" He asks and turn my head to look at him.

"Apologise?" I suggest and the Maybank boy smiles, nodding softly.

He wraps his arm around me and I lean my head on his shoulder, letting out a quiet sigh.

"Are you okay, angel? You seem like you're somewhere else" JJ asks curiously, rubbing small circles on my arm.

"I'm just thinking" I hum.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" He asks.

"A lot of things...but mostly my mom" I answer with a small smile.

"You've never spoken about your mom before" JJ points out and I nod.

"I was just a baby when she died so I can't remember much about her, but I do remember her voice and the way she'd sing to Sarah and I" I tell him and he lays his head on mine.