Text Cut: Jeremiah
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JennMarie
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wait, what!? No! that wasn't what was suppose to happen!? Giving a look from Kennedy to his sister his eyes fell on the handle of his trolley as he heard Kennedy ushered her along.
NO.
Huffing some he pushed his trolley forward a bit, unable to make words cause he was so flustered at the moment. He was however able to make out the cries for him from his niece. Every. Term. she did this and every term it got harder and harder with her being able to speak.
No NO No she didn't want to leave him again! he'd be gone for forever and she didn't want to let him go! HE wasnt allowed!!! She tried to cling onto his shirt for as long as she possibly could until he pushed and her mum pulled and she was stuck in her mother's arms again....... NO!! "Uncle....." Oh.. Beverly. Stopping her tears for a moment to look up at her new friend as she presented her a preseeeent, she liked presents, she sniffled. "fank you." she liked the animal. she wasn't sure what is was but this part was shiiiney. She held it by a wing as she watched Beverly TOO get ready to leave her. Why did everyone leave her!?
This wasn't cool. Kennedy wanted to walk her all the way to the train, something she wasn't opposed to. She quite liked that he took the time of day to see her off in that busy schedule of his. Then there was Jeremiah, whom didn't seem to be too happy about that.
When McKayla took the dragon toy, Beverly slowly made her way back to Kennedy. The scene right now just reminder of herself when she was younger, the days when she'd cling to Kennedy's leg and beg him not to leave. Yeah.
"See you on the other side?" she asked Jeremiah. Then they could board together, it didn't matter that her brother was there.
Kennedy blinked several times and pinched the bridge of his nose. Ana's daughter reminded him so much of Beverly in that instant that he almost envisioned her as his sister. A memory lane he'd rather not go through.
He spared Jeremiah a single glance. He must be feeling like utter dung, he was familiar with that feeling enough to understand. And there goes his conscience. Why did he have one, again? Life would be much easier if he didn't.
Moving the trolley, he slightly nudged it to the boy's. "Come on, or you and Beverly are going to miss the train." Yes, he was inviting the kid to walk with them. GAH.
GAAAH!