Today was Willis' funeral, held at the most rickety cemetery I've ever seen. That's gotta count for something, cause my dad's a grave digger. Makes tha' graves for the ones who were unlucky nough' to die. He once dug a grave for a kid, she jumped off of a tree and cracked er' skull, up on the damned thing for a dare. I'd never be that dumb to kill myself for a fuckin' dare.
I don't know this 'Willis' kid. But i still gotta be there cause'a my dad's paycheck.
hmph, nobody's gonna catch me dead in a rickety, shitty place like this. Not in a million years. Even if we're still broke, I'm gonna be buried under a mansion. Right next to Evryn.
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"And a long life to all."
Stupid thing ta' say at a funeral.
"I promise, even though the police aren't helping, I'm going to find the bitch who killed my son...YA HEAR ME?! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!!"
'jeez, what a psycho.'
i don't get why people are so fucked up about death, it was bound to happen one day. It's natural, t's why i didn't cry when mum died. I couldn't have done anything to stop it. Not my problem. No reason to be all depressed about it. Not my fault.
(if you didn't scream she wouldn'tve swerved. she'd still-)
not my problem. not my problem. not my problem. not my fucking problem. not my fucking fault.
