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The day North died I was in the school library. I always thought that if –when - someone close to me died, ceased to exist, I would know, feel it somehow, some way. A shiver, a cold tingling something like that. But seriously, I had no idea.
I was talking to Emine. We were arguing, not a blood and guts heart and soul argument either, just what we thought the Year Eight in front of us should read next. Emine was all for dystopia, I was 100% for real life. The Year Eight agreed with me, nodding and smiling at me a bit too much. That’s when I realised.
“You’re North James’ sister?” The girl said this half way between a statement and a question.
I sighed. It was for most of the school, the only interesting thing about me.
“Really?” The Year Eight gasped and blushed.
Emine shut her down and I was grateful. “Yeah, she is and no, she’s not going to get his autograph or arrange any kind of meet and greet, North never comes in the library and he never hangs out with us, or her. Ever. OK?”
“Sorry, kiddo. North James and me have only blood in common.” I said and she ran back to her knot of friends lurking by the romance spinner.
I didn’t know then that North had managed to lose most of that blood, washed out and into the gutters at the crossroads in between the old shops and the new flats. At that moment North James only existed in memory.
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