Kenya's POV
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I wasn't gonna just leave her there.
I buried her, all while Cynthia was still asleep.
I can see Cynthia sleeping on her left in the pink tent. She looks so peaceful.
I shake Cynthia awake,
"Cynthia! Cynthia!!" I say softly.
"WHAT!" She yells while turning towards me.
"We have to find somewhere!" I say, whispering again, trying to wake her up a nice way.
"What?" She says confused, her eyes still half shut.
"Pack your stuff" I say as I pat her shoulder.
I get up and pack slowly, my back sore from the cheap Walgreens sleeping bags.
I can hear her starting to get up.
I was waiting for it. I was hoping to be prepared for it.
"Where's Amelia?" Cynthia asks with worry floating in her voice.
I can tell she's looking at me, but if I turn around and look at her, I'll cry.
I can't cry right now. I have to be strong, I have to. For Amelia.
"She um, she didn't make it." I say, heavy sadness present in my voice. I wipe the tear from my eye.
Cynthia sits down on her sleeping bag.
"We gotta go." She says confidently while quickly getting up.
I can hear the hurt in her voice, the hurt in her movements.
I can feel it.
After a few minutes of packing and packing and packing and more packing, Cynthia asks
"You ready?"
"Yeah"
I say as I eye Amelia's grave.
"Let's go" I say as I wipe my last tear.
My last tear for her and this.