Chapter 5

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I looked into the mirror with a grim expression on my face.

I am wearing my black dress and my hair is curled.

Today is the day of my father's funeral, I never thought this day would come.

I turn away from my broken expression and walk slowly down the stairs to my social workers car.

When we arrive the cemetery is a dead zone ( ha see what I did there)
There is only a few family friends who are all around my fathers casket.

(Time jump)

After the ceremony we buried my father I had a hard time saying goodbye.

My social worker approached me with a women by her side.

" Jewels this is Monica James one of your mothers friends, she will be taking care of you from now on." She said I just nodded not being able to speak and followed the girl who I believe was named 'Monica' to her vehicle.

I entered the ford after her I sat in the passenger seat, I just sat there being quiet while she started the truck and drove away from the cemetery.

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Sorry it's so short

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