The R Word

Funeral

Sara enjoyed her day while she could, because the next day filled her with guilt so badly. The only thing that kept her alive was James. She really liked him, and as most kids would say: "He is hot!"

Sara heard about the funeral date, and decided she was obligated to go, to release tension off of the whole, "I sorta killed Miranda" thing.

She told James about how she couldn't come to school and see him, even though she loves to see his smile, his face, his everything. She never had a boyfriend, or a date, or even a secret admirer. Ugh, why'd the chick have to die? She hated Miranda, but she never wanted to go to her funeral.

She took longer than usual getting dressed, for this was a special event. She curled her hair, something she barely does! She also took a whole 30 minutes to get dressed. Pink? Black? Yellow? She couldn't decide. She ended up going with black, since of course this was a sad time. Sara sat in the car, looking out the window. Yay, it was rainy outside. Sara thought sarcastically. Rain was basically the saddest weather you could find. Perfect for the event..

She opened the doors of the huge cathedral, and walked in like a young girl exploring. She walked very fast, not wanting to talk to any of Miranda's relatives. She quickly found a seat, and of course she didn't pay much attention, and guess who she got stuck with? Miranda's mom. Oh snap. Sara was there for both the death of Miranda, and her father. Sara moved her bangs to hide her face, but Miranda's mom could notice her.

"Sara?" She whispered.

Sara shut her eyes, waiting to see what would happen to her, and faced Christine, Miranda's mom.

"Yes?" She asked, whimpering.

"You were with my daughter at the time of her death. What exactly happened?" She stared at her, with not a feeling of madness, but with no emotion at all.

Sara shrugged, and was about to speak, when the bell struck. Funeral time. She thought, nearly crying. The casket was pulled in. Of course it was pink, like Miranda's girliness, and her pistol. The pistol was in her purse still. She gave it a slight touch, then put her hands back in her lap.

"Friends, family, we come together to mourn for the loss of Korgan B.'s own, Miranda Lenkins.

Sara could notice Christine crying. Sara reached for her bag, pushed away the pistol, and reached for some tissues. She handed one to Christine, as a peace offering. It wasn't much, but it was something.

People were asked to share some memories with Miranda. A whole bunch of tear-filled histories with her were shared. Christine looked over at Sara after Christine went up there. Christine's exact words were:

"I miss my daughter. She wasn't perfect, but I love her."

Damn right she wasn't. Sara understood her perfectly. This brought back her memories, and the memories needed to be shared. Sara grabbed her bag, and walked up to the podium, brushing down her dress to keep it looking nice, and put her bag on the floor next to the podium.

Sara cleared her throat: "That should've been me. That should've been me that died. I was the one that needed to die that day, not Miranda. She saved me from killing myself, and I always thought of her as cruel. But in other words, she saved me, and i didn't want to be saved. I was given a second chance, and guess what I'm going to do with it?

She pulled out the pink pistol, and turned it back at her own face.

"This was the pistol Miranda had to-er, just in case." Sara didn't want to say anything about Miranda's dad. Too much.

"I want to talk to Miranda." Were her final words.

And Sara shot herself.

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Sounds of beeping ambulances rushed through the doors, and the paramedic ran up through the funeral, with everyone staring, and grabbed the almost-lifeless corpse. He hauled it over into the ambulance, and performed a series of operations back at the hospital. The pulse was going up and down, but very slowly. She was still alive. The beautiful girl was still alive.

 Nurse James walked into the room. (Boys can be nurses! Don't judge!) James was shocked when he realized that the girl was Sara! He called up the people that needed to be informed.

Madam Thompson.

Ms. Nowlek.

Rodney.

Steve.

"Madam! Yes, I know you're busy! I have a nurse job at the hospital, and apparently Sara hasn't gotten out of her depression."

Madam Thompson threw the soup she was making on the floor and rushed through the doors to the hospital.

"Sara was one of your star students, right? Well, she needs you now. At the hospital. She's hurt."

Ms. Nowlek stopped the choir early and dumped her candy basket out onto the floor.

"Have as much as you want, just don't tell anyone I'm leaving."

"Hey Rodney! Um, get to the hospital now, it's about Sara.."

Rodney needed no more. He grabbed Steve's hand and led him to his truck.

"Steve, you-"

"Already know. Rodney told me. Coming over now."

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The group just stared at the pulse, and her beat, it was getting faster! When Sara woke up, Madam Thompson was nearly about to yell at her, but realized that it wasn't the best thing. Madam kept her out of school for a couple days to take Sara to a counselor, while James promised to see Sara every day. Rodney said he would get her homework, and Steve would make her lunch, because Steve's family was a lot more richer than the orphanage.

Sara eventually proved to Madam Thompson that she could handle drama, yet the Mistress kept her home for her whole Sophomore year. She would be homeschooled until next year.

"Junior Year better be different" Ms. Nowlek whispered when she noticed Sara wasn't there for Glee Club.