Chapter 4
Checker was dead for about eight years. Eight long, amazing years. The parade wasn't even much, she was just happy to be with Lana. There's just something about her that D and Cherri just didn't have. She missed them, of course. How could she not? They were the only parents she'd ever known. They wrote letters, (they were always in Cherri's handwriting.) Dr. D had shaky hands and couldn't spell, it was just easier for Cherri to do it.
She knew she would have to go back. The witch told the killjoys who could and couldn't go. Checker was in the category that could. She wanted to go back and see Cherri and D and everyone else, but Manon would be back there. She wasn't sure she wanted to leave her. But alas, it wasn't her choice to make. She just had to wait for the day to come. She woke up one day to a blue sky. That was something she hadn't seen in years. She could feel cold metal on her neck, and a warm hand in hers. She racked her brain to try and figure out who
was holding her before she heard a voice.
"Hey," the voice was soft and deep, someone she recognized. It came to her. Cherri Cola.
His eyes were misty and his voice was shaky.
Checker rubs her eyes and looks up at him, still trying to get used to the brightness. "W-Why're you crying?"
Cherri shakes his head and smiles, "I just missed you. You were gone for a while."
She nods and sits up, subconsciously leaning against Cherri like she used to. She closes her eyes and sighs, "Can we go home?"
Cherri chuckles and picks her up, "What're you in a rush for?"
Checker blushes, "It's bright." she smiles, "I've been living in black and white for the past however many years."
Cherri nods, "You're fine, I'm just messing with you, kid." Checker snuggles into Cherri. She'd miss Lana and write to her, but it was their turn now.