The silence was so deafening that everyone could clearly hear the chirping of the birds, the rustling of wind through the leaves. Kingsley kept staring at his shirt covered in dirt, then at Rose’s face, back at his shirt, and back again at Rose. Rose would open her mouth, but nothing came out of it.Kingsley kept staring at her, remembering every time Rose sat on his chest, dumping dried leaves and dirt on his head. He remembered how he teased her, made her mad with his antics, and Rose would pull on his hair, shouting and yelling at him, calling him names. Their parents had to pick them up and break the fight. But Rose never stopped fighting. She kicked and punched the air, flailed her legs and arms and screamed her lungs out.She only calmed down when Kingsley apologised and gave her something as a bribe. It could be a piece of candy, a bar of chocolate or ice cream. He pictured the same Rose sitting on his chest, hitting him. he didn’t see how everyone was looking at him, scared an
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