I push open the double doors escaping the suffocating church. I should be inside but I can't bear to look at my mom's casket.
I breath in the crisp air and pull my jacket tighter around myself. My heels clack against the cement as I walk over to a light post and lean on it to support my body. The lump in my throat grows as tears stream down my face falling on to my dress, staining it.
I watch as people walk by smiling, talking, and laughing. Wishing I could be like that again, so carefree and happy. I lean my head against the pole and close my eyes feeling the greif wash over me. I claw my fingers through my hair gathering it into a bun and carelessly wrap a hair tie around it.
What the hell am I gonna do, I was so close to her. She was practically my best friend and now she's gone.
What now?
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Ghostly Love
Teen FictionA ghost A girl The weird story of their ghostly love involving a dead mom, an extremely popular brother, a tad bit too friendly friend of said brother, and it wouldn't be a story without the crazy queen bee of the high school. Come read the crazy...
