Chapter 3 The Funeral (1)

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As I stare at the roof trying to resist a single tear I wait for mom and dawn to get ready for the funeral. I didn't want to go, but mom keeps guilt tripping me into singing and speaking at the funeral ...

*sighs*

I got up to get a notebook so I could write down lyrics. I thought and thought, but the only words were three simple, yet strong three words.
I miss you.

I knew what to say...

Exactly what to say...

We finally made it to the car without being depressed. And in our case, it's a miracle.

Once we made it to the park, I knew almost everyone, everyone but one person that was the unique out of the crowd. While everyone was wearing black suits and dresses with a tint of white and/or grey, but he was wearing a red suit with splatters of darker red splattered on it. I figured he just had an accident.

As the funeral started, the peculiar one was first to talk. He opened his mouth expecting words to come out of but instead a dead silence followed a thundering laugh that echoed around the block. A drop of red dripped down his cheek although the only person that noticed was me, I'm sure everyone questioned his presence. I was up next and he just stood there.
After a while, he reached into his pocket...

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