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[img]http://chapelhillspreschool.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/custom-divider-09.png[/img][/center][indent][indent][indent]It was a chilly Christmas Eve in New York City, and for the first time in a little over five years, Chanel was back in her old stomping grounds. It was around seven o'clock, and she'd felt that old familiar feeling of home ever since she'd touched down a few days prior; the "brick" weather, the tourist-infested streets, the bodegas and pizzerias on every corner... it was all too familiar. It felt good for Chanel to be able to pull her old bubble coat from the back of her closet and stroll around Brooklyn with her older brother. It made her feel as if she were twelve again, back when her brother would practically drag her the entire way to the nearest subway entrance so they wouldn't be late for school. Chanel couldn't help but smile as she strolled, her nose suddenly catching a whiff of Armando's pizza. [color=#D2652C]"So you definitely wanna cop ya little sister a slice, right?"[/color] Chanel asked her brother in a sickeningly sweet tone.

Andre looked as though he wanted to say no, but how could he say no to his little sister on her very own birthday? Without hesitation, the young man began fishing around his pockets for what Chanel assumed to be a few spare dollars; Chanel waited outside, taking in all of her surroundings as she waited for her brother to return. In the meantime, she decided to scroll through her social media feeds; the very first picture that appeared on her screen was one of none other than Santiago Fernandez, April Foster, and her quickly growing baby belly. Of course, she gave it a like, before moving on to respond to some messages of her own.

[color=#A63120]"You know, I just [i]knew[/i] you were gonna want a big ass pepperoni slice, just like how you'd order when you were a kid,"[/color] Andre said as he returned to his sister's side. [color=#A63120]"So that's why I made sure to call in ahead."[/color] In Andre's hand was not just a single slice of pepperoni pizza, but an entire 12-inch pie. A single lit candle sat in the very middle of said pizza, ready to be blown out by the birthday girl. Tears instantly began to blur Chanel's vision, and memories of parents began to flood her mind. [color=#A63120]"I remember mom and dad used to do this for you every year, right? Cause for some reason, your bum ass never liked birthday cake."[/color] Chanel laughed at her brother's attempt to avoid getting in his [i]feels[/i], before quickly blowing out the candle and reaching for a slice of the pie. [color=#A63120]"So what did you wish for?"[/color]

Pretending to have a stuffed mouth of pizza, Chanel hesitated for a few moments before sucking in a deep breath and letting it all come out. [color=#D2652C]"I wished that we could go and see them now... mom and dad. Cause you know we haven't since..."[/color] As he tossed the candle aside and closed the pizza box, Andre remained silent for a while. Chanel knew how talking about visiting the place their parents' were buried made Andre uncomfortable. Hell, it made her uncomfortable too. But it had been over five years now, and Chanel knew that it was time for them to pay them a visit.

[color=#A63120]"Yeah, fine,"[/color] Andre finally said as he let out a deep breath. [color=#A63120]"Let's go see them."[/color]
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