(A/N There is animal death in this one. Angel and Kiwi are my birds)
By Me
My whole family was laughing at me, but that was kinda the point. I mean, I was hopping up the stairs in a sleeping bag, what do you expect. I was laughing with them prepared to go to bed happily. My sister and I had just finished watching Ponyo and we were having fun. I playfully collapsed on the ground, still in the sleeping bag. I squirmed down the hallway and to my room.
Hopping into my room, I started to climb up my loft bed's ladder. (Dangerous, I know) But then I noticed something. My bird, Kiwi, lay on the bottom of the cage, dead as a doornail, with Angel standing next to him. She seemed like she was grieving, her feathers ruffled up and she stood so very still. I had to check if she was also dead. I picked Kiwi up, his head dangling, and started crying. I slowly opened the door and walked into the hallway.
"Mom?" I asked quietly, hoping she could hear me.
"Mhm?" she replied, not realizing who I was holding.
"Kiwi's dead"
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