Chapter 3- The Drive Home

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"Hop in," my aunt said extending her arm to open the car door. "Now I heard what happened but we don't need to talk about."
"Thanks Aunt Rose."
I was glad she was letting me make the decision to talk about it or not, she was a cool aunt. Aunt Rose had curly burgundy hair and curious blue eyes which were always looking straight out at the road. She loved to travel and it was really rare for us kids to see her; she'd traveled to Europe, Egypt, Asia, anywhere you think of she's been.
She usually wore a black leather jacket with blue jeans with her cool sparkly black sunglasses.
On the ride home it was dead silent, with nothing more than the fall breeze and the rainbow of colours; burnt orange, red and brown leaves make the forest pop. It felt good to just live in quiet for the time being.
As we pull into my driveway I let out a heavy exhale which set the nerves at rest. I breathe in the crisp cool air, "Look over there," my Aunt exclaims pointing to the house across the street.
I turn around the house across the road had sold! I can't believe it, I didn't want to believe that my best friends house had sold. He was everything to me and now he was gone for good.
Jonathan Casey was his name, he welcomed me in when my mother died and now he had moved to England to be closer to his family. My brothers must be devastated my family was best friends with their family; we all new it was happening but all didn't want it to so we just blocked the information from our brains until it was to late.
Their house was like any other house with a cream exterior and huge windows, the gardens always had been blooming with bright colours of rose bushes and lilac. It was beautiful. Jonathan and I usually played in the back yard running between the trees.
And then a jet black jeep pulled up, my eyes narrowed, someone was actually moving into my friends house where we shared so many memories.
"Let's go inside," Aunt Rose said snapping me out of my thoughts. "and make some cookies."
I had to admit cookies were just the right thing I needed after this long hard day.

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