The boy known as TJ shuffled down the street.
His shoes made footprints in the crystal white snow.
He couldn't hear the crunch of the leaves underneath his sneakers.
He didn't notice the cars slowly driving down the street.
The falling snow landed on his nose, he didn't shake it off, and he just kept walking.
Where too? Nobody knew. He didn't even know.
He passed Third Street School. He stopped walking and stood and stared.
Memories flashed before his eyes.
It didn't look any different. Old Rusty was still there, the Cheese Box, kindergarten gates, everything.
Even though it looked the same, he knew it wasn't the same.
New principal. Principal Jacobs.
New Name. Deacon Miller Elementary School.
The biggest difference? New students.
Everyone had moved on.
His friends, his family, his fellow peers at school.
Everyone had moved on. Except for one boy.
Him.
How could he move on?
He clutched at the railings around the school and even though he was 14, he allowed a tear to roll down his freckled face.
His heart got stiff. He had to take deep, long breath.
His legs trembled and soon he had to use all of his strength to keep himself from falling.
He turned to rest his head on the railings. He saw a figure making their way towards him. A long dress, black jacket, hat, pigtails and combat boots.
"Spinelli!" TJ yelled taking a step forward but then stopped, it was just his imagination. Nothing but a ghostly figure.
He sank to the ground. It was bitter cold but he didn't know.
He didn't care. He didn't care about anything now.
Why?
Because two years ago today, was the day she died.
TBC.
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