I won't admit it to anyone, but I've cried. Hard. Harder than I did when my parents died.
Jude's in worse shape than me. She hasn't said a word. She hardly eats. Her mom pulled her out of school for a while, and all she wears is black.
The funeral was Saturday.
It couldn't have been a worse day either. It was cold, the type of day you can't warm up from. The sky was stuck in bland gray, ice and snow covering the ground. It was worse than when my parents were buried.
That day, it was bright and sunny, strangely warm for winter. Not a cloud in the sky. Even at the cemetery, we could hear kids laughing in the distance, able to play with only jackets for the first time in months.
It was horrible.
I didn't cry then.
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The Eye Of The Ankh #Wattys2016
Novela Juvenil*EDITED* After her parents' death, Alice joins a group set out to kill chosen members of society. Why? They supposedly commit a crime in the near future that is punishable by death. "We're saving countless lives with what we do." She is chosen to ki...
