#2

"Oh! My little angels!" A voice called out from outside.
"Great." I mumbled. Aunt Maire Anna was the most annoying and most dreadful aunt There was.
"Are you chicken?" Ricky asked.
"Richard! Oh my you have grown!" She sang. Ricky groaned and stepped into my aunt arms. I found a way out though the front seat. I pushed past relatives and friends looking for the food line or an exist from the eyes of mother and Aunt Maire Anna. I found some tables and some space to relax. The cold, mental fence was lined with white and pink ribbons and bows. The whole yard flowed in white. Little girls laughed and squealed as the boys chased them. I beamed at their laughter and laughed when a little girl fell in shock as she was pecked on the cheek by a dark haired boy. An other shaped appeared on the horizon. It was sitting, looking at me. I gazed at him for a while.
"Over here Mckenna!" Called Tristen's soft voice. I turned to wave and when I looked back, He was gone, just like the other.