Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chapter Twenty-One

Nana tightened up the back of my dress, pulling tight on the strings to wrap in my rounder stomach. She unknowingly was causing me great amount of pain due to the stitches from my foolish act of scratching my skin with a glass shard of a window. She picked out this dress for me out of my mother's old closet. Sadly, I actually liked it, apparently Tanya's best friend died in high school, too. I was stepping right into her shoes, which depressed me. But today wasn't about Tanya, it was about saying good bye to Christine before they put her in the ground.

"You ready to go?" Alex asked from the doorway, covering his eyes with his hand just in case I wasn't entirely decent.

"One more pull," Nana told us. She pulled as hard as she could. Apparently I was much bigger than my mother was when she was sixteen. "There you go! Are you sure you don't want me to go?"

"Nana, I have Alex to take care of me. Don't worry, I'm wearing waterproof makeup!" I assured her, giving her a quick hug and then I walked to Alex. He looked me up and down. I know maybe a puffy black dress with a tighter top and sparkly gray leggings wasn't exactly what you would usually wear to a funeral, but it was the best I got.

"You look rather.." He began.

"Skimpy for a funeral?" I bite my lip.

"I was going to say beautiful," Alex rolled his eyes. "Don't you ever say that again."

"Shut up and keep walking," I pulled him by the arm. Alex's car was in the garage for repairs so we were forced to walk to the church. Stupid Katrina denied to pay for the repairs, but the law said that she must pay because she was the one driving drunk, and that it self was stupid because she is pregnant.

We finally got to the church and all eyes were on us because we were the last ones to see Christine alive. I could promise that half the people who were in this room blamed Alex and I for her death like we were the ones who hit her with the truck and threw her threw the window. No, it was Katrina. Katrina killed Christine.

"You're Jenna, right?" A timid woman with the same familiar hair color as Christine stood in front of me in a all black outfit with a black blouse and black with gray lines dress pants, her hair was pinned up beautifully in a bun that was much enter than my usual messy one.

"Yes ma'am I am," I smiled, hopefully this a good thing this woman recognized me.

"Thank you for making my daughter's last month the best of all to come," She hugged me. I knew who she was now, Christine's mother who usually was never spoke of because she was away at work. "Are you still speaking at the funeral?"

"If I'm still on honor to do it," I hugged back. "Do you know where Christine's dad is?"

"In the parlor with Christine's body, he wants to speak to you anyways. I'll see you soon. Alex be a doll and walk with me," She walked away with Alex in tow telling him about how the church misses his presence.

I searched for the parlor and finally found it after five minutes of searching the door was open a crack and I could see Christine's dad next to his daughter's casket and body. I knocked silently. "Come in Jenna," He said without even turning his head back to see who was at the door.

"Christine's mother said you wanted to speak with me, and I also have a question for you sir," I strolled in quietly.

"I wanted to talk to you," He turned, I could see the tears almost formed in his eyes. "And call me Brad, please!"

"What is it sir?" I stood over Christine's body. She was wearing a turtle neck dress that was white and blue, her favorite colors. Her make up was done beautifully and her hair was curled to a perfect curl, I could clearly recognize her as the stunning girl who sat with me when I was alone on my first day of school. The girl I loved as my own blood because I lost my own sister long ago.

"Will you remember her no matter what?" He questioned me.

"What?" I was confused.

"Will you remember my daughter?" He said once again.

"Always. No matter how much I would want to, I never will. She was completely beautiful and I will never forget her," Tears began already.

"Good," He grinned instead of crying. "She prayed for you every night, she loved you as family. I just wanted to say, though she only knew you for a short amount of time we want you to know you're family. Now what's your question?"

I pulled out a beautiful chain from off my neck. "Can we bury her with this? She gave me this the day she died. She bought it when she was in New York. I want her to live with it for the rest of her life, like I will. Please?" I handed him the chain and it fell in his hands.

"Of course, I see your wearing your half today," He grinned at the fact this was my way of remembering her. He walked over to Christine's body and pinned the necklace around her neck, making the half a heart show it's engraving. I would never be able to connect hearts again, and it killed me. "Thank you so much for everything you did for her."

"Sir, I did nothing for her. She did something for me," I grinned and left to find Alex.