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Easter Alone-day

The three of us warmed up our voices, filling my empty mansion with noise.

The boys had left last night, hours before Marie and Bret came over.

By five in the morning, we all woke up, nervous. Today was Easter and we had a full day ahead of us.

We agreed to catch a weird meal at this waffle place beneath a school. The two teenage guys made Easter Sunday waffles: Buttermilk pancakes, cotton candy sauce, fried peeps, cool whip and jelly beans. Worst.Meal.Ever. But we loved it.

"I'm going to shower now," I spun around and looked at my friends, "Since you took it first."

They high-fived each other before I went and showered in the hot water.

I stepped out, sighing, "Marie-Elise, I forgot my clothes, can you get them for me?"

They laughed before my clothes were thrown in, "Thank you!"

I shimmied into a light blue tank dress and the same tone flats. I did my hair in a bun and braided the stray hairs, tieing them in with a blue ribbon. White pearls went around my neck, a denim jacket around my arms. I ran out with them, slid on my sunglasses and smiled, "Who's ready to rock that church?"

They cheered. We grabbed the bags; the ones with our swimsuits and beach materials and proceeded to leave again.

"So, you excited?" Bret nudged my ribs.

I giggled, "After Ellen, it's my first time performing."

"I can't believe we're doing this," Marie-Elise shook in terror. She never did well with crowds.

I sighed, "We know all of them, don't worry."

We crossed a busy street, hand in hand, and released on the other side.

"Why would you be nervous?" Bret asked, curious.

"Bad crowd experience....W-when I was younger." she whispered.

Her adoptive father took her to a bar when she was only eight. They were all drunk and began to hurt her. That day, the stupid building decided to burn down. Her father didn't really care and left her there to burn.That's why she only has one leg.

Bret bit his lip, "I guess I shouldn't ask."

I looked at him and shook my head, "This isn't like that, Marie-Elise, just ignore it."

She nodded, "I pray, Breana."

"So," Bret butt in, "Her name is Marie-Elise, but your name is Breana. Breana doesn't sound very French."

I shrugged, "I guess I don't care."

He chuckled, "Of course, I know a Pablo from Australia."

I laughed, "Well, Marie-Elise and Baako get good names, eh?"

"Speaking of Baako, where is he?" Marie-Elise asked, hoisting her bag around her frail shoulder.

I screamed, "You'll never guess!!!"

Bret and Marie-Elise stared at me weird.

"He got adopted! He's with the sweetest young couple I've ever met! I can see him any time I want! Joy went with them too!" I jumped up and down, over joyed.

Bret smiled, "That's amazing."

Marie-Elise hiccuped, "Yeah, they moved just down the street of us."

I gasped, freezing in front of the church, "Why didn't you tell me?"

She shrugged, "Je ne sais pas."