Chapter Eight: Memories and Surprises

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Sabrina Daniels
My brother said Central Park would always stir memories of the tragedy.
Angling the camera towards the trees the shade of orange and yellow, I noticed the effigy that settled nearby. My stomach churned whilst my eyes shaped droplets that were about to plunge any moment.

Central Park happened to be the final place where our family was complete. I recall father carrying me and Sebastian as mom chased after us through the snow. She skid someplace and bumped her head on the ground. We scurried to the emergency room as fast as we could. The doctor said that she smacked her head hard on the cement and she couldn't make it. From that time our family fell.

"Sab, are you okay?" Sebastian queried, worry obvious.

I cleared my eyes and smiled weakly. "Yes,"

He set aside the topic and begun to contribute tips for improved shots. Sebastian held my hand and escorted me all around the park.

**

Opening the entry to my so called dorm, Sebastian hastily headed toward my room, colliding with his suitcase. I dashed to his side and helped him up.

"What is wrong with you?" I ask with worry.

"Nothing I just-"

Laughter forced him to discontinue what he was about to say. It was evident that it came from the other room. I pounded on the door which was locked and I roared at my brother. He might be twenty two but he still has enough energy to pull pranks on me when he wanted to. I fished my key from the back of my jeans and went inside. The space gave the impression that no one was here at all. I moved from the cabinet and into the lavatory. The next thing I saw made me almost faint.

Standing there was Avery and Megan that later on engulfed me in a tight hug.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a dazed manner.

"Thank your dear older brother for giving us tickets here." Meg responded.

Sebastian stood at the doorway with a smirk.

"Okay I'm sorry for yelling at you. I love you." I declare, making them all say 'Oh Sabrina.' in unison.

I suppose the summer's just getting better and better.

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