Wake Me Up When the School Year Ends

Kyra flopped down on the sofa, leaning against the arm. She lay her head down, wondering about the days events.

"Life happened, Kyra. It slapped me across the face and told me to wake up. And I did. Thing happen, accidents happen, secrets are told. Death happens."

"Sami, why are you being so...I don't even know the word. You don't think that I've had enough from life? You think that you're the only one? You're not. Sami, you're not alone. I've been through so much, and you don't care, do you? You only care about what happened to you. That's all it's ever been."

Fat, wet tears rolled down Kyra's cheeks, making dirt tracks on her face. What had gone wrong? She and Sami had always gotten along. She couldn't understand what happened between the two of them.

"Forget it, Kiki. Forget you ever met Sami," she whispered to herself. "But how can I?"

She whimpered and rolled over, a bit uncomfortably, her face in the arm of the sofa. She only shuddered when she heard the door creak, announcing another Hufflepuff's presence.

Pierre groaned as he felt something happen in his leg. Flying lessons had been torture... Sitting down in a squashy chair, he shrugged off the annoying robe and dropped his bag on the ground, rolling his shoulders. Glancing across the common room, he saw Kyra crying? What. Heaving himself up from the chair and limping slightly, he poked her shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked, frowning slightly.

Kyra only rolled her shoulders when she was poked, trying to get the person who poked her to back off.

"Are you okay?" she heard someone ask. Pierre.

"No," she said, her answer muffled by the arm.

She scooted backward and sat up, patting the seat next to her, beckoning her fellow Hufflepuff to sit down. She leaned back. Her eyes were closed, but tears kept rolling down.

Pierre sat down, wondering how to handle crying girls. Terry, he was good with- a hug was all that was needed, but...he barely knew Kyra. Patting her arm rather roughly (he didn't know how to do this kind of thing, alright!), he slightly panicked at the sight of her tears. "Er, what happened?" he asked slowly.

Kyra felt a hard pat on her arm. What was with this guy and the power of his hits?

She shook her head when Pierre asked what was wrong. She spoke three words, and three words only. "Sami hates me." She whimpered as quietly as she could, trying to make it seem like she wasn't the baby she was acting like.

"Oh...er, I do not think she actually hates you.....I really do not know what to say..." Pierre said, uncomfortable. "Erm, don't cry? Ever cloud has a silver lining? She wasn't your friend in the first place?" he tried. "I don't know what to do, so....er, try killing her?" he posed. It worked for his father dozens of times- it should work now!

"I think she does, Pierre. She wouldn't talk to me for a month when I pulled her hair when we were little," she sighed. She looked at the boy and frowned, not at him, but at the world in general. A tear slipped when Pierre suggested that Sami was never Kyra's friend.

"I don't know what to do, so....er, try killing her?" Kyra's eyes widened.

"Are you kidding? What are you thinking? Kill somebody just because they do you wrong? I'm sorry, but what the heck is wrong with your head?"

Pierre shifted his eyes nervously. "Erm, maybe she'll get over it soon then?" he shrugged.

"And, that's what my father did to his last four wives before he met Mother..." Pierre glared, getting slightly huffy. "He said that in order to avoid them doing wrong by you again, then simply eradicate them."

Kyra's eyes widened even more, a feat she thought to be impossible.

"Your father... Your father killed four people?" she asked nervously. Pierre just glared at her. "Eradicate?" She scooted over to the far side of the sofa, trying to get away from Pierre. "But you wouldn't do something like that, would you? You're not your father Pierre. You can-"

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"But you wouldn't do something like that, would you? You're not your father Pierre. You can-"

Pierre didn't get why she was so afraid of him all of a sudden. "Kyra. In my family, we have to eradicate those who won't listen. I'm lucky enough to not have killed anyone yet. My father killed at seven. And...since he's dead, I am going to have to take over his duties... which include eradication." he muttered, bracing his arm on the arm rest and burying his face in it so she wouldn't see his tears.

Why did the old drunk have to die?

As Pierre told his story, Kyra felt her heart shatter. She moved over to the boy and gently touched his arm. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she muttered. She ran her hand through his extremely short hair, trying to comfort him. "It's okay, it's okay. I just can't believe it. It'll be all right."

Pierre stiffened at the unexpected touch. "What...what are you doing?" he asked, unsure how to react. Wiping away his tears as he moved away his hand so he could look at the other Hufflepuff, he wondered when she had moved over to sit next to him.

It's okay, it's okay. I just can't believe it. It'll be all right."

He jerked away from her touch, staring at her in surprise. "Hod you know that?" he asked coldly, knowing he was going back to his shell but not caring.

"What...what are you doing?" Pierre asked.

"I'm trying my best to help you," she said, trying to smile but failing. Pierre moved away suddenly from Kyra's touch when she said everything would be all right.

"How do you know?" he asked her coldly.

She looked into his eyes and calmly said, "You're not a bad person. I can tell, and I've only known you for two days."

She smirked before adding, "Your being bi-polar is getting to me."

Pierre scowled. "I'm still a kid- no idea how'll I will end up later on." he objected harshly, standing abruptly and grabbing his bag. "And Kyra...I don't need any help." he added. How would she, another kid, know that he will end up good? He's done soem bad things in the past- he had actually enjoyed watching his father. Turning his back on her, he headed back up stairs, pausing when she called out.

"Pierre!" Kyra called as the boy turned tail and walked up the stairs. He paused for a moment before she called again, "I'm sorry." Then he continued walking.

"Everything is just going wrong," she said to herself.

As she lay back on the sofa, she sang very quietly so no one would hear her. "Summer has come and passed. The innocent can never last. Wake me up when September ends."