Forever Young

Chapter 3

The next day was our parents funeral. I woke up and immediately felt the gloom in the air. I dragged myself out of bed, grabbed my towel and headed to the bathroom. I took of my pajamas and hopped into the hot shower. I let the warm water run over me. I started thinking about how my life was gonna change and how I'll never see my parents again. I took a deep breath and attempted to clear my mind. I quickly washed my hair and body and got out of the shower. I pat my body dry and wrapped the towel tightly around my body. I picked up my clothes and walked over to my room. I walk over to my closet and with my free arm, I pick out a black dress. The dress I choose is knee-length, sleeveless and tight around my upper torso. I set it on my bed and walk over to my dresser and pick my undergarments. I rub lotion over my body and slip into the dress. I zip up the back and walk over to my dresser again. I choose a a locket that my dad gave me and a pair of small white-gold hoops. I then pick up my hairbrush and gently comb my ridiculous hair trying my best not to rip it out of frustration. I pull it to the said and fishtail braid it. I apply a bit of concealer, gray eyeshadow and red lipstick, slip on my black pumps and walk downstairs.
"You look gorgeous." Kelly said smiling.
"Thank you." I beamed and smiled back.
About ten seconds later, James walked down the stairs. I'm not gonna lie, my little brother is pretty handsome. I'm not like "attracted to him or anything but me and him come from pretty good-looking parents. My dad had light brown hair, like me, and icy blue eyes. He was pretty tall, my guess was about 6'0 and wasn't like the pot-belly dads you see. He loved to exercise and eat healthy. I used to hate it so much but I now know he did it for my good, as cliché as that sounds.
My mom was gorgeous. She had long, wavy , dark brown, hazel eyes and a beautiful complexion. She had a nice body, not like those scrawny mothers you see these days, no offense to them, they're all beautiful too, but she had a full body and I thought it was nice. She was about 5'4 or 5'5, I'm not sure.
My little brother looks like my dad. He has the same icy blue eyes, the same body build from when my dad was younger, except he has our moms dark brown hair which he styles in a quiff. Typical. Me and him get a long pretty well for older sister and younger brother. We have always been close.
Anyways when he got downstairs we collected our flowers for the graves, me and and Kelly grabbed our clutch purses and headed out the door.
When we arrived at the graveyard for the service, there were a lot of people there. My parents were well-known in our little town. Everyone loved them. We made our way to the front of the group of people and listened to the pastor or whatever you call him. When it came to my turn to give a speech, I stepped up to the podium and took a deep breath. I was doing this from the heart.
"My parents--" I cleared my throat. "My parents were wonderful people. They left us too soon. They were friends, mother and father, a brother, a sister, they were loving people. They had big hearts and just wanted to help people. They didn't deserve to die the way they did. But I know that they're in a better place looking over all of us. They will always protect us. They may not be with us physically but they will always in our hearts, our thoughts and our memories."