The Funeral

Chapter 8

Amaya woke up.

Harry wasn’t there.

Only the people dressed in black, who had stopped crying.

1:35

It has only been 5 minutes, where could he have gone. 

She would of felt him leave. Especially since he was holding her hand.

Amaya searched everywhere. No Harry. 

“Wheres Harry?” Amaya asked everyone.

“Who’s Harry?” Everyone answered back at her. 

Amaya begin to panic. Why would he just suddenly leave her? More importantly. Why now?

Amaya asked her mom last. 

“There is no Harry here, Amaya. We didn’t even invite a Harry.” Her mom said. 

There has to be. She just saw him 5 minutes ago.

Amaya left the house, to Harry’s across the street. She practically ran towards the house. 

“Is Harry here?” She asked the 2 adults at the door.

“Umm. Im sorry? We don’t know a Harry.” They gave the same confuse expression. 

“But he has to live here.” Amaya almost wanted to yell. 

The married couple were getting annoyed. “We have been living here for 2 years, and not once we have heard of a Harry.”

Amaya went to every house in the neighborhood. No one knew her Harry. Not one person.

She knew Harry lived in this neighborhood. She watched him play basketball out the living room window at her Godmothers. He said he lived there!!!

He couldn’t have lied to her. Not to her.

Amaya cried and cried while walking to her Godmother’s house to the rest of the funeral.

Amaya was crossing the street with out caring to look both ways.

2 head lights came closer to her. Everything went black.

That day, they mourned over 2 deaths.

Amaya never got to say goodbye.

Not even to her Harry, that never came back.