Kenya's POV
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I wasn't gonna just leave her there.
I buried her, all while Cynthia was still asleep.
I can see Cynthia sleeping on her left in the pink tent. She looks so peaceful.
I shake Cynthia awake,
"Cynthia! Cynthia!!" I say softly.
"WHAT!" She yells while turning towards me.
"We have to find somewhere!" I say, whispering again, trying to wake her up a nice way.
"What?" She says confused, her eyes still half shut.
"Pack your stuff" I say as I pat her shoulder.
I get up and pack slowly, my back sore from the cheap Walgreens sleeping bags.
I can hear her starting to get up.
I was waiting for it. I was hoping to be prepared for it.
"Where's Amelia?" Cynthia asks with worry floating in her voice.
I can tell she's looking at me, but if I turn around and look at her, I'll cry.
I can't cry right now. I have to be strong, I have to. For Amelia.
"She um, she didn't make it." I say, heavy sadness present in my voice. I wipe the tear from my eye.
Cynthia sits down on her sleeping bag.
"We gotta go." She says confidently while quickly getting up.
I can hear the hurt in her voice, the hurt in her movements.
I can feel it.
After a few minutes of packing and packing and packing and more packing, Cynthia asks
"You ready?"
"Yeah"
I say as I eye Amelia's grave.
"Let's go" I say as I wipe my last tear.
My last tear for her and this.
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Novela Juvenil17 year old Kenya James always thought her life would be normal. She's overall very smart and had her life planned from beginning to end. At least she thought. All her plans become corrupted when the sun goes out. Now her only focus is to survive. (...
