I cried, I longed for my family, but I had to be strong “don’t cry little one” a tall young man came towards me.
“Why? Why did they have to die? I should have died in their place!”
“I don’t know, but im sure they would rather you live instead, I’m Yoshi what’s your name?”
“Kaelin…” “Such a nice name”
“Thank you” Yoshi smiled and handed me a tissue. While wiping the tears away, Yoshi had gotten a bento box out, full of biscuits and a sandwich.
“Here, you might need the food” stuffing the tissue away in my pocket, I shyly took a small biscuit that looked remarkably like an Anzac biscuit.
“So where do you live?”
“No where…my house burned down”
“I’m so sorry” I looked at Yoshi blankly as I finished off the biscuit “why? I live around this place”
“Why don’t you come live with me? I can get you into a school”
“I already go to school, the one around here, I’m just after a job so I can go on the excursions and to get better books and things”
“I know the place and im going to the same school, year 11, one more year and im a top senior”
“I have 2 more years, this then next then year 12”
“You’re year 10?” surprised Yoshi took a biscuit
“Yeah, im older than I look, you know the house burnings last year?” “Yeah…”
“That was my family that died in that; I was the only survivor, except my kitten”
“I remember that, I felt sad for you”