Moving Part 2

The next day came loud. We woke up to a stormy morning, and I got, then I changed into a black t-shirt, a black cardigan, some black baggy jeans. Pulling on my black thick-sole converses I walk downstairs, and where breakfast was set.

I wolfed down some eggs, toast with avocado and a glass of beetroot and ginger juice before I grabbed hold of my bag and waited outside at the bus stand for Kacchan.

He reached just in time for the bus before it left. We got on and sat in one of the seats. I rested my head on his shoulder with tears falling on my face.

We reached after an hour and walked down to the church where there was a large black-wearing mass. I walked into the church with Kacchan and sat down to hear the preveilences.

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Me and Kacchan got home crying at one pm in the afternoon. I ran upstairs, Kacchan following me closely, before I shut the door of our room and I changed into some PJ's and then I crawled into my bed, tears stained across my face. I laid down in the bed with Kacchan cuddling me and I told myself it's no ones fault.