Bella has been through a lot in her 16 years on Earth. More than any 16-year-old should. Her life used to be filled with days surfing with the pouges, working on cars with her dad, and just laughing to laugh.
But things change. People change. Relat...
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Pope is chopping away at the tree. Bella has her arms crossed, tears in her eyes. Kiara has a few tears already falling. JJ lights the torch and presses it to the tree.
They all step back and look at it: John B's memorial.
"To John B," JJ holds out his flask, then takes a sip.
Kiara adds weakly, "And to Sarah."
Pope takes a drink of his soda.
Bella takes a deep breath as Kiara looks at the box with mementos.
They bury the box just below the tree. JJ places a few white flowers on top of it. They place dirt over the box.
Bella shakes her head still not wanting to believe it.
Kiara is in the hammock swinging. Pope is sitting next to her looking at Kiara and had a small smile on his face. JJ is cutting a branch. Bella is looking up at the clouds next to JJ. She doesn't see his face as he looks at her.
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JJ is giving himself a stick and poke on his leg. Bella watched as he did it, smiling as he did exactly what she did.
"Hmm, now we match," Bella wiped his tattoo clean once he was done.
JJ looked at hers, the same tattoo: P4L, but on her ankle. "You chose a better spot."
She laughed and nodded.
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"Though she is now departed, let us honor her bravery and sacrifice in the line of duty. Through her memory, let us pursue what is just and right as we commit her body to the ground, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we shall remember to uphold the ideas which she stood for."
Bella stood in the background where very few people would be able to see her for Peterkin's funeral. She wasn't sure who would say anything to her mother, so she didn't want to risk it.
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Bella panted as she took a step back and admired her hard work, a brand new pull out couch was now put together. She grabbed a comforter and some blankets and set up her new bed and then got to cleaning up the trash.
She sighed and double-checked everything, "Ok bed, generator, running water, food, clothes, first aid supplies, toiletries, money, chargers, books, am I forgetting anything? God I hope not."
Over the past few days she had been grabbing the things she would need from her bedroom and taken them to her old house. The one she grew up in.
Thankfully her mom never sold it, and her stepdad had kept it clean and functional for her to use as storage for her care packages. The bedrooms had lots of blankets, jackets, hats, gloves, etc, of winter supplies. She had been trying to get enough for when the colder months hit them.
