Chapter 12

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Harry and I have gone back to where we were a couple weeks ago, best friends. We hang out at the park, and he even goes with me to Starbucks after school. Although behind all that complaining and mumbling profanitys, is a small smile and a sparkle in eyes. He'd do anything for me and I'd do anything for him. We were inseparable. Although at times it would get awkward because I knew he liked me. I don't really know if I like him because I know everyone says this but I don't want to ruin our friendship. But I can not get rid of the butterfly's in stomach when I see him or the warmth he's gives me when ever he touches. Also when he looks at me I get lost in those beautiful green eyes. I wonder if he gets bored of my average brown wavy hair and boing brown eyes.

I take a quick look at my outfit before heading to school. I'm wearing black pants with with a white sleeve shirt that says forever on it with my black vans. I walk out the bathroom and into the kitchen and see nobody I check Nenas room to see nobody. Did she forget me? I walk back into the kitchen and see a note on the granite counter.

Janell,
I'm sorry for doing this but I'm leaving for a business trip and will be Gomes for a week. There's food in the refrigerator and money on the table

Great now I can be myself. I grab my phone and walk out the apartment, locking it. I walk down the stairs and start walking. Digging in to my back pack I finally reach for my earphones. Clicking in the first song on my playlist John Newman loosing sleep. I'm passing a children playground which I've never noticed until now, I see a curly haired boy on the swing with headphones on his ears. Taking off my earphones and putting my phones away. I walk towards him and tap on his shoulder. When he turns around his eyes are red an there's are tears stains on his cheeks. I immediately bend down and grab his hand.

"What happened? What's wrong?" I ask panicking

He doesn't answer he just hands me a picture of a little girl around 4 or 5 with long curly hair with brown hair and deep dimples. I instantly knows it's his sister. I know it's his sister he talks about he plays with her loves her so much am wishes he could have a little girl when he grows up.

"She's dead" he murmurs. Instantly breaking into sobs. He quickly stands up and hugs me by the waist as if I would disappear. He burys his head into my neck and I feel wetness on my neck but don't care all I care about is him and if he okay. We stand here for awhile me comforting him. I instantly realise that I'm mostly late for school. But I suppose I could take a sick day, for him.

"Come on" I grab his hand and lead him to the apartment.

Thankfully we weren't too far. We finally arrived and I took him to my room and closed the door and turned to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he quickly responded by wrapping his arms around me. I love his hugs I could stay like this forever. I also know he really needs someone right now. I let go of him and grab his hand and sit him on my bed.

"What happened" I asked softly.

"S-she was playing in the street and she was playing with a ball. It rolled down a hill and she started chasing it and some fucking retard ran over her. Immediately killing her."when he finishes he starting sobbing.

"It's okay, I know how you feel" I whisper to him.

He looks me straight in the eyes with pure anger. He stand up before exploding.

"You don't know what it's like, what the fuck are you talking about? You've never once mentioned a dying sibling. Have you? No! So you can't say the whole bullshit 'I know what's it's like' and 'I understand'. No you don't understand the pain I'm in that little girl was my world! It's my fault she wanted something to drink I went inside to get her a drink and it was too late! So dorm say shit about how you 'understand'!" He screams and the veins in his neck are sticking out his face his red from anger and he's breathing hard.

I look down he doesn't know about Andrea. I didn't tell him. I don't tell anybody.

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