Friday
Kira's POV
I remember Neon and I were walking through a grassy clearing as we were both licking some blue ice cream on brown cones."Kira, do you have a purpose?" Neon asked.
"Huh?" I asked as I looked at her in confusion. She was staring up at the clear, cloudless sky.
"I don't think I have a purpose. What about you?" She said, looking at me now.
Taking another lick of my ice cream, I looked away from her and looked into the sky.
"I think I might. Are you asking what I want to be when I grow up?"
"Sure. You can take it that way."
Neon and I looked at each other as I took another lick of my ice cream.
"I wanna be a police officer so I can make sure the bad people get in jail." I said as I shrugged and looked at my ice cream. I could see Neon look at the ground out of the corner of my eye.
"It must be nice knowing what you want to do. I don't know what my purpose is, and I can't see what I'll be doing in the future."
The sky started to grow dark at that moment. A crack of lightning shot down from the sky and landed right in front of us, the grass seeming to burn as soon as the thunder hit it.
I woke up at that moment and immediately looked towards Neon's bed, but she wasn't there.
Of course she wasn't. I guess a part of me just wanted her to be okay.
And I could only hope that she was okay.
I slowly got out of bed and began getting dressed for school. I didn't realize I was staring at the ground until I had pulled my school blazer over my shoulders.
I shook my head and walked out of the room.
I walked into the kitchen to see my lunchbox sitting on the counter. I checked the fridge to see if my lunch had been ready, but I didn't see much. I did see a juice box, though, but my lunch was normally close together. Maybe Mom took my lunch again.
Sometimes my Mom accidentally gets our lunches switched up.
So, not having any time to make anything else, I grabbed the juice box, put it in my lunchbox, and put an ice pack in my lunch box to keep it cold. I zipped my lunch box up and put it in my backpack, and then zipped my backpack up and headed out the front door as I slung it around my shoulders.
And yes, I locked the front door behind me.
Wasn't gonna forget that despite how my mind's been lately.
Keeping my head down, I began walking down the sidewalk.
My mind began to wander. I just couldn't help but wonder if Neon would live or die, and Neon dying was something I really didn't want to think about.
But sometimes....sometimes my dumb mind couldn't help but make up those sad, sad scenarios on what it might be like if Neon died.
As much as I try to get those thoughts out of my head, they keep coming back.
Before I knew it, I thought I heard Kori and Yuki call my name.
"Hey, Kira." Kori said.
"Good morning, Kira." Yuki said.
"Hi." I muttered as I walked right past them, still staring at the ground.
I thought I heard the two of them mutter something about me, but I couldn't hear it. It was probably just about my well being.
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Tightrope
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