Little soldier

No pain

He was dead. He was gone. I was alone. I ran out of the head teachers office. I hated everyone! Everything! I went into the library and ran up the steps to the abandoned computer lab and I went through the door which was am storage room and off limits to children. Me and Joe had a place there on a balcony above the room where lights and control panels were. I sat in the turned over crate and screamed into my hands. I heard footsteps and many of them but I didn't give one about them. I haven't seen him in nearly a year and he was gone. It was like my family was disappearing through my fingers. Joe came in eventually, found me and just sat with me and cuddled me. He was crying too. He'd never known to dad but he always got upset around death.

I was taken straight home to my real house. It was as I left it with all the original photos and furniture. I stole the best photograph of dad in his uniform and the one I refused to let mum burn. I went onto the laptop and printed out every single photo of me him and mum or me and mum and him and mum just anyone. I took the home videos of us all and I stole this opportunity to take some of mums stuff to remember her by. I took her perfumes and dads watch, mums hand mirror and my dad's favourite football top which was like four sizes too big for me and looked like a dress. I found my little football top in mums storage cupboard. I also took the little photos around the room of them both. This would be the last time I would be allowed in the house before everything else was given to other relatives.

A/N: sorry I haven't been updating recently. I had major writers block and I went on a few trips with school so I was just too tired to write when I got home. I realised I hadn't put a message at the end of this update so sorry about that but anyway! Stay cool✌️ xxx