Feeling lazy, so you get this. It's kind of depressing. Then again, someone dies in the second chapter (*spoiler alert*) so it's kind of a recurring theme. There's that.
The choir sang “Amazing Grace” and I leaned forward so my hair covered my face. By the end, my mascara was running down my face in a spiderweb of black. Why had I worn makeup?
We rode in a limousine to the cemetery. It was nothing like the last time I rode in one, for Liz's fourteenth birthday party. There was no mini-fridge stocked with soda or radio blasting the latest hits. It was a quiet ride I spent staring out the window. I let my mom braid my hair, cherishing the way her nimble fingers wove in and out and grazed my neck. I shook it out when she finished, though, and she didn't protest.
There was a lot of standing around. Prayers were said and words were whispered and the coffin was lowered into the ground. It was only when I started to walk away that I realized I was shaking. It was more than shivering, though there was that, too. It was the ghosts of lives cut short, brushing up against me. I ran all the way back to the limo, on the pretense of being cold. It was the smell of death that scared me, though.
Ok, guiz, I worked sooooo hard on that so please don't steal my precious perfect work of art or I will prosecute you to the full extent of the law!!1!
Current Word Count: 6,237
Yep. Yep. No, you don't have to tell me.