Were all alone.
Tom’s POV
When the funeral was quickly prepared, I had felt darkness shiver all it’s surrounding.
Asia was found.
Lucas was happier than ever…his pain was released into happiness. She was found bruised, blood covered her, and her face was pale. Her eyes looed dead, lifeless. But she was alive, for that I knew. The scene of her lying there would be what an impact on Lucas.
It was sad to see Lucas sad, his smiles would warm up the trio.
I was sitting outside in flowers. They were wonderful, they relieved my stress from knowing I would most likely fail Hogwarts. And all the exams that would be flying my way. I do know they won’t be flying in colors.
Willow then sat rat by me. She didn’t say anything, but she looked at me in happiness. “You know, we all fight wars…some wars are bigger, so wars are smaller, but we all fight. We just must know what were fighting for, and if it’s worth fighting.” She kindly said.
She wore a dress. It was a pretty dress.
I realized I never knew her past. She had a deep sadness. But for some reason, she never told me. I respected her secrets as she respected mine.
“How do I know what I’m fighting for if all I known was fighting.” I calmly said, giving out a big sigh.
“When you fight for a long time, you don’t know. And you never will.” The wind blew the daisies. It had started to get colder, and I started to get goosebumps.
“Are you cold?” Willow asked as she scooted near me.
“I’m fine…not cold at all.” I scooted away from her, as she rolled her eyes. She put her hair behind her ear is it had gone all over her face. “Okay,” she said dully.
“I have to go,” I had gotten up quickly and rush back in the house. Willow had slowly followed me. I saw Lucas look at me concerned. “WHERE WERE YOU?!” he panicked. “Jeez, I was only outside,” I responded annoyingly. Lucas sighed, “I just want to make sure your fine.” He quietly said.
“You’re not Mum,” I responded coldly.
“You’re right, I’m not…I’m sorry for troubling you.” He walked away with droopy eyes. At that moment I regretted saying that, but what is done is done. I then walked over to the kitchen to find snacks, but there was nothing there.
I let out a great sigh.
“Oh well,” I then walked over to me and Lucas’s bedroom, where I would start writing in my notebook. I had picked it up, it still being dusty and old. I hadn’t had any writing ideas, so I just drew a bad picture of a mouse getting eaten by a cat.
The cat was badly done with no details what-so-ever.
Then, Willow had came in. “Wow, you’re such a great drawer!” she said sarcastically.
“Hey! Don’t judge me! I bet you can’t draw any better!” I laughed.
“I…bet…I…can!” she said each word slowly.
So sorry for the grammar mistakes. And extra sorry it's so short. I have loads of school and that's why it's short and I haven't updated sooner.
