3I was going home. Back to Father and Rick and HOME. The word sent chills radiating through my spine. Home. I loved that feeling.
I attended Marcus' funeral with my troupe. It was the last thing we'd do all together.
During the battle, Timmons had been shot in the left arm and I heard him saying how wonderful it was because now he could work on being ambidextrous. I never knew that Timmons was left-handed.
Davis was still mourning the death, but he was glad to be able to go home and see his little sister. He promised to keep in touch.
Garrigan said he was going to go back and help on his father's farm.
Our troupe's farewells were sad and we all promised to meet up again sometime in the future.
When I arrived home, Mother cried. Father was proud and Rick told me to tell him everything. Which is why I wrote this.
But y'know what Rick?
When I returned home, I was the same as when I left but my eyes were a little less wide, but open more than they've ever been in my entire life.