Little soldier

Two months later

I woke up in my familiar room. The picture of me and mum was the first thing I saw. She passed away 7 weeks ago and it haunted me every time I walked past the house we used to live in. I had my room sorted and painted a duck egg blue and there were shelves filled with CDs, trophies and little memory things like my snow globes and a picture of me and Joe. I was attending school still and I got up for that normal day. Marcus and Niomi had broken up and they weren't looking like they were getting back togther even though Niomi still loved Marcus and we had to listen to it everyday. Zoe and Alfie are happy as ever. Jim and Tanya are together and they are in early days still to them. I had little bunting and fairy lights hanging down from the shelves and it looked cute. I had a desk in the alcove at the bottom of my bed behind the door. I had a wardrobe opposite the side of my bed and it had mirrors in it and there was a window right next to my bed. Joe's room was right next to mine and late at night we would play 'morse code' and crack each other's messages that we had figured out everytime.

Just before English I was called to the head teachers office. I stomped grumpily up the stairs and knocked on the door. Probably more pity about my family and offering 'social help' or 'someone to speak to'. It opened suddenly and I was welcomed in. Joe was already sat there in a brown leather armchair with tears in his eyes. What was going on?

"Lauren" she spoke.

"Yes miss" I a swerved sitting down. Sarah walked in too and Zoe and Tanya and Louise and my cousin Georgia from the year below. I was so confused.

"Something dreadful has happened" she said. What?

"What is it?" I asked.

"Your father" she said and those two words nearly killed me. I closed my eyes and breathed deep. Anger grew inside of me and I bite back the tears.

"Has he?" I asked referring to if he had been in an accident.

"Yes" she said. I buried my head in my hands. Where was my family going! Mum dying of depression. Dad now in an accident and I don't know how bad.

"How bad? I asked through sniffles and my soaking wet hands.

"Lauren" Joe said I looked at him and his red, sorry eyes "he's dead"

A/N: sorry of this made any of you upset. I was crying writing this! These next few chapters might be disturbing to some of you if you have lost someone recently but I shall let you know when it will be ok again. Stay cool✌️ xxx