How the world fell apart

The Funeral

Carsyn put her hands around Tabitha's neck      and squeezed. Tabitha's face turned red. Carsyn let go. Today's victim was not Tabitha, it was Jill.
        "Ouch. That hurt my neck really bad, I can't imagine the pain of it popping off," Tabitha said to the Crazies when they were on their way to the funeral.
        "Ugh. I've never even talked to her except that one time three years ago when I asked her for a pencil. The only good thing about having to go to this funeral is that there's no school.
        The funeral went well, at first. During the funeral, people were giving speeches about Patrice.
"Would anyone else like to make a speech?" Asked Patrice's best friend, Miranda.
"I would like to say some words about Patrice," said Carsyn, standing up.
"O-okay, Carsyn come on up," Miranda said, worried.
"Patrice, was an awful girl, hated by all," Carsyn started. "She killed herself before I could. This makes her a coward. Why are we having a funeral for a weak, ugly, girl? She deserves to be eaten by wolves, not grieved. She shouldn't be shown this much respect. She shouldn't be shown any respect for that matter. You know what, I will feed her to wolves. Wait, there's no wolves anymore, so I'll just eat her." Carsyn picked up the body and her jaw widened, similar to a snake. She swallowed Patrice's body in one big gulp. Everybody was somewhat surprised by this, but not really.
         "Oh my gosh I had no idea her jaw could open like that!" Tabitha exclaimed.
         "I don't think anyone did," Rhonda replied.
           "Hey guys, fun funeral, huh?" Carsyn said as she skipped out the door.