|Jordan|
*Dreaming*
Everyone was fake crying. The funeral home was very packed, I wonder who died. I walked up to the front of the crowed room and saw it was me who died. Why were people from my school who hated me here "crying" over my dead body? I looked over and saw my mom balling her eyes out, I tried to comfort her telling her I'm fine but she couldn't hear or see me. I realized I was just a spirit now. I died on my birthday...well killed myself on my birthday... Nice day to die hun? Not a single person really cared..why am I not shocked? Then I saw the one person I thought I'd never see crying at my funeral....it was..
*Wakes up*
