I was embarrassed to admit that I liked Finn when Ernest asked me. Then, I was super mad when Ernest laughed loudly. At that point, everyone knew why he was laughing.
When Dylan said Finn and I were bleeding bad, he wasn’t kidding. We were covered in blood. We crashed very badly. Ernest took the blame, but I didn’t care who did it. I just wanted to live. I told Ernest a thousand times that I accepted his apology, but he kept apologizing, over and over again.
“Do you really forgive me?” he asked.
“Yes!” I said for the a thousandth time. Finn couldn’t say he accepted Ernest’s apology, because he was unconscious. Ernest walked away with a depressed face. Maybe I spoke too harsh on him.
“Sorry, that I spoke too harshly, but I really do accept your apology.” I said. Ernest didn’t say anything, but he smiled and walked away. He came back with paper towels to wipe off the blood.
“Here you go. You can wipe off the blood with these.” he said, stating obviously, to tell me what to do. Ernest is a very nice person.
Although, I like Finn and think he’s nice, he always thought of Dylan as a jerk and show off. He would talk about it all the time when we were playing soccer. Ernest was always merciful. I admit, I liked him in 3rd grade, but Finn moved to our school in 4th grade. When I saw him, I thought “He’s cute!” and I stopped liking Ernest.
When Rob died, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t cry, or get mad, or anything. I didn’t even look. I feel like a robot, emotionless. Rob was like a father figure for us, even though we spent very little time with him. I felt like crying, but I didn’t, I just looked away. I watched Finn and Dylan fight. Then in a few minutes, we were at the police station.
We snuck around. I stayed awake that night thinking about Rob. I wasn’t upset because he died, but because I didn’t feel sad about it. I didn’t feel hurt, or emotion.
The next day, we went back to the place where Rob died and found his body. That made me cry. I dug my face into Finn’s shoulder and cried a lot.
Rob had some burnt skin. He was bloody, very bloody. We found the crow’s dead body. It’s talons were soaked in blood that was probably Rob’s. Rob had giant claw marks in his chest.
He was covered in cuts. Other bodies of soldiers were everywhere. We carried Rob’s body and buried him. He will never be forgotten.