Next morning Kyle died. Durning my pe class I didn't know of it at the time, so my friend and I were talking about him.
"We did a circle prayer for Kyle this morning. It was made of like different religions. Mormon, Christian, Catholic, Pentecostal, and some jovah witnesses."
"Really? Hey, I'm Mormon why wasn't I there?"
"Kelly, what time did you come to school this morning?"
"I dunno. Maybe 7:35. Why?"
"We prayed at like 6." 6? I bearly was awake at the time, but I wish someone texted me, or called.
"Oh."
I tried to hold on tears, because I wouldn't want to suffer with cancer twice. Not even once.
And then late that same day, the acconment was made.
