Utterly Mad

Amy, even with the lukewarm news that they had a chance to find their parent's murderers, revenge ringed in her ears. Ringed true like funeral bells. The men walked away leaving behind a bitter taste in her mouth and a sudden revelation. She had done enough crying. Amy wiped her eyes and sniffled lightly with the wind. There was still grieving to be done, but with her brothers' beaming determination, she felt it build up in her as well. The grieving process was getting a new section called Justice.

"We're leavin' tomorra." Amy said in charge and with unyielding confidence.She started down the railing of the short and stubby porch chairs. "Maybe if'n we find them it'll bring us a lil peace."

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