Fist & Felix

Part 8

             Fists P.O.V

After we got back from L.A, mummy, and dad surprised me with moving to where Aunt Signe, and Uncle Jack live. I was okay with it, but they had to tell me this late?

I slumped to my room. We were going in just a few days. And by few days I mean two. Today, and Tomorrow.

I packed my clothes in my suitcase. Then my stuffed animals, toys, in boxes. I put my piano in a separate box. Then I filled it up with packing peanuts.

After that I carried all of that down stairs by the front door. By the time we where done packing everything besides the furniture, it was midnight.

I grabbed my blanket, and fell asleep.

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6 WEEKS LATER..

I was finally settled. Mummy, and dad where settled two days after we moved in.

We where going somewhere for Uncle Jacks birthday. I didn't want to go, but I had too. Him, and Aunt Signe where getting better ever since their son Sam left.

Right now we're walking through a big crowd of people trying to cross the road. I soon felt my hand disconnecting from mummy's. I kept trying to push my way through.

But the people where to big, and I was too small.

I saw other little kids trying to push their way through. They were short, and wearing black. Just like some of the grownups.

After I was on the sidewalk, I looked around for mummy, and dad. I screamed their names. "MUMMY! DAD!" Though there was no respond. I tried again, "MUMMY! DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Yet again, no response.

I backed up as my eyes wandered. I was lost. Even though I've lived here for six weeks, I didn't know the place. I don't even know what the name of our road is.

I see the children again standing. They where pointing in different directions. I guessed they where lost like me. So.. I ran up to them.

They just looked at me. I couldn't exactly see their faces, but they where red. It is cold out.

"Are you guys lost?" I asked them.

One of them responded. "Yeah.."

"I-I am too.. I was walking with my parents, but the crowd dis-latched my hand from them."

I saw one of the children nudge their head to the other. They also mouthed something. I couldn't tell what they where saying.

"I saw your parents." I kid told me.

"You did?" I asked. "Please tell me. I need them.." I whispered.

"Follow us." They sped walked as I was behind them. "We saw them go down there." The quiet one said.

I ran down the road yelling their names again. "MUMMY! DAD!" I shouted looking around. I kept calling but I heard no response. "Are you sure you saw my pare--"

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