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Chapter Seven

          Me and Oggy wandered down the road to our school, which was just about ten minutes away. Both me and Monnie's school's weren't as huge as we thought they would be, it's plain simple with about fifteen wooden out-dated desks, and chairs in each room, a ten-foot bookshelf with no books in it, but our paperwork, and a few dried plants. It didn't bother how my classroom looked to me, as long as I have Oggy with me I'm just fine. 

          With Monnie's school, well - all she told me was that in her classroom she had four round-shaped tables with three different colored crayons; red, blue, and yellow. Then she told me there are colored posters hung up on wall to wall, and lastly a small wooden shelf with each student's name on it - I have no idea what for? It sure would be nice if I had colorful posters hung up in my classroom, instead of two maps of the United State.

        Outside of the small window I sat next to in class, I slightly noticed a tiny white & blue toned bird peeping through the window. It was peaceful - so calming that the room became silent for me, My focus swirled through my mind's thought; 'what would the type of species be for that bird?'. The pastel blue reminded me of a crystal pure blue water stream, swirling with the wind's gusts - that would be lovely!

        Side by side, me and Oggy ambled down the road, she leaped around me as usual with a big bright smile across her mug. I grinned, dashing right passed her on the gravel road, she stumbled, and looked over at me, "oh no you don't!". She called, sprinting right behind me. I've never  felt this much freedom before, it was breath-taking for both me and Oggy.

      "You run fast, August". Oggy stated, nearly running out of breath.

      "Do I-I haven't noticed, especially for someone pulling up their skirt?". I giggled with short of breath, almost choking enough to wake the dead. 

     "Woa-you okay?". Oggy grinned, "you better cough out that frog".

      "Shut it, Oggy". I gaped as we walked through the narrow path toward Monnie's grade school. By the time we arrived, Monnie was waiting outside earlier than expected, she hopped off the bench, and swung her small pudgy arms around my waist, looking up at me with a heart-warming smile. "I was waiting, August". Monnie clamped onto my hand as we walked down the road. 

     "Sorry Monnie, you're sister had a coughing fit down the road". Oggy chuckled, gently nudging my shoulder. I rolled my peepers at her, shaking my head troubled. Both of Monnie and Oggy giggled to another sneakily.

      First stop was Oggy's house, which Elizabeth waited outside on the porch for Oggy to get home. "I'll come by later". Oggy grinned, turning away to run home.

     "Bye Oggy". Monnie waved her goodbye, we continued to walk down the drive.

     "How was you're day at school, Monnie?". I asked her.

     "We got off early, other than that it was fun". She kicked at the pebbles, "how about you, August?".

     "It was...you know the usual?". I peeked down at her, squeezing her palm tender.

     "I'm hungry". 

      Those were the words I was tired of hearing, especially from Monnie - I knew if she were to eat our usual meal again, she'll gag for hours. I hated seeing her lose color for being ill - it's cruel. "How about this". I turned to her, "I have about two dollars, we'll go over to the food-stand, and I'll get us a loaf of bread, okay?". I smiled.

     "Okay!". She brightly smiled up at me, I clasped onto her small pudgy palm, and we both wandered through the food-stand. Every table had nothing, all the windows, and doors were sealed shut, no individual wandering like us, it was dead silent. "Where's everybody?". Monnie whispered. I sighed, then we walked straight through the small quarter on our way home.

     Before dawn, we reached home safely, mom and dad were waiting out on the porch. Monnie ran over, hugging them both tightly, I ambled over, looking closely at their expressions, to me they seemed weak-minded, and damaged just by seeing the gloss in their eyes; 'what's going on?' I thought to self. I peeked behind my father, me and Monnie's bags were packed. 

    This is it.