The book with way too many clichés ✔

so sad that Tiffany's dead isnt it?

I had been scream crying for most of the morning until my sub parents walked in.

I stopped momentarily to look at them and then cried even more. They only turned around and left.

My parents were no longer on their ass whooping rampage. I would have screamed with joy but i was too grief striken.

Today was the day of Tiffany's funeral.

Since the day i had met her i had been kind of waiting for her funeral but I DIDNT EXPECT IT TO BE THIS EARLY.

Her whole family was going to be there today and they were going to see their lovely Tiffany's best friend.

I sighed in relief as I remembered our former agreement that if one of us died we would wear a grims reapers costume to the funeral.

I went over to the closet and tried my best not to burst out crying as I saw the outline of where Tiffany used to sit, indented into my clothes.

And put the grims reapers costume on and getting the grims reapers soul collecting weapon as well.

I turned to look at Shayde who briefly looked me up and down.

"Punk" she said approvingly in her blackness.

She didnt look any different than how she actually looked because she always wore black. Which was awfully convienient for funerals.

"Okay lets go" said Harry as he walked into the room, dangling his keys loudly.

He d recently gotten his P's and he couldnt help flaunting it.

I looked in the mirror to check myself out. I had a tear stained face but i didnt bother fixing myself up because I knew more tears would be shed for today.