Aftermath

"Mason! Mason! Mason!"

My teammates and the other students chanted as they threw me up in the air and caught me back before throwing me back up and catching me again and repeating the move all over. I had led the school soccer team to victory by scoring a crucial winning goal, so I was currently a hero in the face of these students.

As they threw me up in the air, I looked on the sidelines and saw Jane flinging her hands up in the air, chanting along with the happy crowd. She was very happy. I was happy too. Happy that she was happy.

It's been five years now since that night at Crute, where we went to rescue Jane, where Dad was shot, lost a lot of blood, where Cara could not save him, and where he died. It's been five years since that night I bawled my eyes out, that night where we all sat crying like a bunch of kids abandoned by their parents. It's been five years and now I am in Class two in high school.

After that night in Crute, everyone found out that my Dad was de
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