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Chapter 6

We are sat on the chairs for what feels like eternity flicking through old copies of the Silk Otian, the school magazine, I even find one which has me in which pleases Tony no end.
Finally after waiting for about half an hour Sarah walks into reception.
'Ima!' She runs over and gives me a hug that Abby would be jealous of.
'Hi tatelah!. How have you been?' I say looking into her eyes.
'I'm fine thanks, a bit tired though. Who's this?' Sarah goes and shakes his hand
'This is Tony, do you remember when I told you about the team?' I say running my fingers through her auburn hair. Her dads. "Do you need to pack a bag?' I say taking her hand.
'Please! Can you two come with me? You know what it's like when I pack on my own!"
'Carnage. Screwed up shirts. I get the idea." I say and it makes Tony laugh. I suddenly realise this situation is. I did not tell him about Sarah. Sarah takes my hand and guides us towards her dorm.

We walk up an old set of steps and through a corridor lined with grey carpet. We walk past about 10 dorms before we reach Sarah's. She opens the door and we follow her in. A very girly room. They are allowed to decorate it so it has pictures of Sarah and her friends on trips out. Tony wanders over to them "Sarah, is it ok if I have a look?"
"Of course! Go right ahead!"
Tony makes his way closer to the pictures and one catches his eye. The family portrait that Nick and I had done two weeks before he died. I go over and join him. He takes my hand in his and gives it a squeeze. A tear falls quickly down my eye and I quickly brush it away and compose myself. I never cry in front ode Sarah. Never.

1 HOUR LATER

Sarah are you done yet. I turn atoms from the shelf that I have been cleaning for her to see Tony trying to zip together a suitcase while Sarah is sat on it. They are laughing. I can't help but laugh as well. It's a sight that I could get used to. Come on
tatelah. Let's get you back to uncle Jack.