: : Part XVII : :

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: : Part XVII : : 

Wednesday, 23rd November, 2011 | Local High School, Western Australia | Carson Evans {18} and Sienna Parker {16}

You play with your thumbs mindlessly; you stand outside of Sienna’s classroom in the hallway. You were trying to find the courage to tell her what had just happened.

“Carson?” Sienna asked, she was standing in front of you, her hair fell loose around her, her eyes twinkled in the light and you would do anything to keep her from the truth. “Carson? What it going on? You are scaring me.

“I just got off the phone with my parents. The police had just called them; they said that your brother wasn’t answering so they were the next contacts.” You paused. “Sienna, they have passed away.” You avoid eye contact with her.

“What? They can’t’ve it’s my… they can’t.” She stammered.

“Sienna…” You whisper, in defeat.

“Oh, God.” A tear feel from her eye, followed by another. You pulled her into you and held her against you.

“It’ll be alright. We will be okay. You’ll see.” You purr in her ear. She was shaking and your shirt was getting damp. “Sienna, look at me,” you say pulling her away from you and you look at her fiercely. “It will be okay, I will protect you, and I will look after you. It is going to be okay, Sienna.”

She nods and hugs you again. This time her hug wasn’t savage but it was gentle and friendly. “Okay.” She whispered into your ear.

You let her go gently. “Wait here, I will get your things. I am taking you home.” She just nodded, she stood awkwardly in the corridor and you left for her classroom.

Sienna’s teacher pointed to her desk and you offered her a piece of paper detailing Sienna’s situation. You got her book and the girl who was seated next to Sienna looked at you. “Here, Sienna can have my notes. I, umm, figured she can use them because she missed out on today’s lesson.”

“Thanks.” You smile and take the notes from the girl and turn to leave.

“Wait,” she called after you and you turn back to her. “Take her balloons, I mean; you wouldn’t want her to forget her birthday balloons.”

The realisation hit you like a tonne of bricks. It was Sienna’s sixteenth birthday, and her parents just died. “No, I guess, I wouldn’t.” You smile and her and leave.

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