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I stare blankly past Kim as boredom overtakes my mental compasity. The walls in the house are so ugly, I blurt out not paying attention to anything but the dreadful horseshoe pattern of the old wallpaper in Kim's room. My mother picked the wallpaper for the whole house she liked them and I love them because they remind me of her. She said with a such a quickness you would think she had gone mad. I directed my eyes to the floor trying not to feel overly guilty for my mindless statement. Sorry I reluctantly huffed before standing up and heading towards the even more dreadful brown wooden bedroom door. Sorry, is that all your going to say Cynthia. I turned on the heels of my combat boots to face Kim, she had a look of determination and i knew why. See ever sense we were little my dear old cousin Kimberly or Kim as I call her, well she's had this way of going about things that everybody minds but never says anything to her about it. Kim is the girl that always gets what she want,and always throws a fit if she doesn't. Even at her own mothers funeral she refused to let the attention be on someone else for a split second even if they were dead. So ya see she isn't exactly my favorite cousin, and if your wondering what happened at the funeral just keep reading. I rolled my eyes at Kim ever so dramatically trying to put an emphasis on having no remorse for my "rude" comment, and I would if Kim and her mother hadn't been clones of each other. Every bad habit, and annoying tendency Kim has spons from her mother who died a month ago, and as the saying goes two who are alike will always fight. Aunt Clair and Kim specialized in driving each other crazy. Kim resented her mother as much as I resented her myself, she was the relative who could pick all your flaws apart as if you were a bad meal and they were a food critic. Everyone despised Clair and Kim or the terrible two as they were called behind their backs,but we all put our differences aside for aunt Clair's funeral to comfort Kim who needed no comforting at all. I bet she would have thrown a party if it wasn't for her father. We will talk about uncle morris later because the real importance is how aunt Clair died. As you may know there is always two sides to a story, and I believe the side the family was told is not true,so I'v made it my mission to find out the other side of answer behind the question of how aunt Clair died.
