Buried Echoes

banana from a street vendor filling the air. The wonderful evening to mark the end of secondary school. A grin spreads across my face as I watch my sister s

f he studied any harder, he'd start seeing further maths in his dreams" I scoff. Mia sighs, shaking her head. "I just wanted a perfect streak. That math award should've been mine." "Chill, it's over now. You still got the big title" I remind her, nudging her playfully. "Yea, I guess" I shake my head. I honestly don't understand her obsession with graduating with the highest CGPA Me? My goal has always been simple pass, move forward and be done with school, I really don't care about being the best. I never have. "Come on, it's not that deep," I say, nudging her again, this time playfully shoving her to the side. "At least it's over." She's mid eye roll when- A sharp blast of a horn. The screech of tires. Time slows. A car. Too close. Too fast. My lungs seize as instinct takes over, my body lurching backward. The tips of my sandals scrape the pavement as I stumble to safety. But my sister She doesn't move fast enough It is too late One mome