It had been a year scince he had died in the accident outside Willam. It had been a year since I was stabbed.
He had died a hero.
Without Kacey Sommers I would be lying in the April garden alongside my big brother, a victim of knife crime.
I sat in bio and stared at the empty seat. Mr Bailey pottered on about some crap so he didnt notice that I was crying.
I couldnt keep his chocolate eyes and floppy caramel hair out of my mind.
'Kate? Dont cry. I hate it when you cry.'
My heart jumped. That voice I hadnt heard so long, that voice that had made me a better person. I turned behind me, the tears flowing like a river down my face. I didnt get it. This was impossible. This was my cruel imagination forefilling my desperate need to be with him.
Why was nobody else staring at him?
'Dont talk back to me. They dont know that I'm here.'
'Kate? Follow me, then we can talk properly.'
I nodded once more, grabbed my bag, and stood up.
'Ms Black? Where do you think your off to?' Mr Bailey asked me, glaring at me. He had goat eyes. He was already out of the door, telling me to follow.
'Sir, I am going with Kacey.'
I replied and followed him to the spot where we talked a long time ago.
'I'm here to show you something.'