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Chapter One

it was a silent Saturday afternoon. You can hear the Bells of the church ringing. Along with silent sniffles here and there. The man dress ever so nicely walks up to the stand and beings to speak.
"Today we have gathered to not grief but to celebrate the passing of Julia Roberts."
Julia Roberts, my best friend.
The man continues "She was a truly amazing person to know. Whenever you had a doubt on your mind about something, she could easily make it go away. She is someone who will always be remembered and generations will always look up to her as inspiration."
Hearing someone who has never met her, talk about her like she helped him utterly disgusted me. Don't get me wrong it's great how he would do this for her, but he never truly knew her, what gives him the right?
I could feel the soft texture of water roll down my faced from my eyes. I blink a few times trying to wash away the water that's clouding my vision.
A few minutes past, they end up turning into hours then days.
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It's Saturday, except it's been a week since Julia's funeral and almost a month since her passing.
I look up and see my blank wall which was once filled with photos of me and my best friend. I couldn't stand to look at them anymore, so I took them down and put them in a box which now belongs to the Attic.
"Samantha come down here please!" my mom yells.
I remove the Blankets from my body exposing me to the cold air.
It's December in Maine, also meaning it's the season i hate the most- Winter.
Winter is very pretty indeed, but I can never stand the cold or how many membories it brings back of Julia and I playing in the snow.
Step by step I head down the stairs into the kitchen when my mom is.
"yes?" I answer to her
"your father and I have been thinking and we believe that it's time for you to go back to school. you've had your time away from it because of Julia. But it's time to hit the text books again, You will go back in Monday." she explains sternly.
"Of corse I'll go back to school, but you have to stop acting like my father is still here. we both know he's not." I say walking back up stairs to my room.
My father died recently in a car crash. Him and his friends were heading back from a bar and he decided to drive, and whoever the idiot was who let him, shouldn't have. He was the only one in the car who happened to be drunk that night.
My mother and my father weren't just married, they were best friends. They couldn't even spend a night without each other without calling to make sure they're okay.
I head to my bathroom and look into the mirror.
I see a pale girl who looks like she hasn't been getting much sleep. she has bags under her normal brown eyes that match her normal brown hair. Travel down her face and you stop at her lips and see a piece of metal curved around her lip- A lip piercing. Me and Julia got matching ones on the day of my birthday last year. We both got in big trouble after going behind our parents back to get it done.
the girl in the mirror stares back at me. She looks like she doesn't want to be here, but she looks like it's her duty to continue on. At least That's what Julia would want.