As I tossed my red hat into the scorching fire, a tear fell from my eye. Who knew a red hat could be that painful to throw out. But I had to. It was family tradition- when somebody dies…their objects die with them. No, I wasn't dead. But my sister was. Sure, me and her had our fights, with her being evil and all…but she was still my sister! And now…who was I gonna fight with? Other that adult tyranny, of course. Nigel patted me on the back.
"'S okay, Abby." He said awkwardly.
"No, its not." I mumbled, a lump forming in my throat. "I can remember it so well…"
It was yesterday, 7 in the morning. Cree had said that, in honor of her eighteenth birthday, she was going out to a bar with Maurice.
"Adios Cree-p." I had yawned.
"Adios Abi-fail." She had smirked. She had climbed into her silver convertible and I, being curious, had snuck into the trunk. I popped a couple of holes with my pen into the lid of the trunk and enjoyed the ride. After a while, the convertible had stopped and Cree and Maurice stepped out of the car. I waited until their voices had died away, then I climbed out of the trunk. The bar was NOT what I expected. I had expected something like the one that I went to. Not this sleazy bar that you might find in the darkest alley of Las Vegas.
"Oh jeez Cree…" I muttered under my breath. I took the camera out of my pack and snuck inside the bar. I bumped into a burly guard.
"Oh, hi." I smiled meekly.
"Hey, this ain't no place for children." The guard said.
"Oh yes it is!"
"No it ain't."
"Yes it is!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Stay out, brat." The guard pushed me back in line. I sighed and trudged back to the car. Nothing was going my way. NOTHING. I waited in the car until I fell asleep. I woke up and climbed out, tumbling into the back seat.
"Abby! What are you doing here?" Cree screeched.
"Oh nothing. Just RATTING YOU OUT!" I laughed evilly.
"You little…" Cree turned around to swat me.
"Yipes!" I jumped out of the way, my red cap falling to the ground.
"Get back here…!"
"Uh Cree?"
"What?"
"Look out for that tree!" then, all had ended. Cree had died right then and there. I was hospitilized for the rest of the day, and after the funeral, I would go back. I had already been diagnosed with a broken arm and a mild concussion.
Tears flew out of my eyes like they did in cartoons. Now I was alone. All alone. As I watched the red hat burn up the tears dried. I leapt into the fire and grabbed the hat. I matted the fire out and placed it on my head. Who knew keeping a red hat could make you so happy.