She picked up the phone, so silently, so calmly.
Answered the call, sighing. What's this about?
"James Brookes is gone, child." Is what she heard.
A nod and "Okay..." was given, yet her heart had just died.
Slammed the phone down, tearing up.
How'd you feel if you found out your "Dad" just died?
Pretty damn bad. But the girl... what's gouing to happen?
A moment is taken, to figure things out.
Then a scream. A loud scream of pain but not horror.
Just pain. "Goodbye master..." she whispered, sadly.
"Master James..." she added. "Goodbye Master James..."
(Bad Apple suits this poem so much.