The Funeral

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"Luke!" Mom yelled from the kitchen.

I rushed out my room and speed walked to the kitchen. "Yeah?" I asked out of breath even though I walked past two rooms in our one story house.

Her face had a huge frown. Oh no what did I do now? "You remember your dad's best friend?"

"Shitty Sam or Dicky David?" I asked as she wCked the top of my head with a rag. "Hey!" I whined trying to quiff my hair back.

"Watch your mouth!" She yelled. " David." She also replied.

"Yeah, so what about him." I asked sitting down on the couch in the living room near the kitchen.

"Well since he was 82 he was to old and.." She trailed off.

"He died didn't he?" I asked. She nodded in sadness.

"His funeral is in two hoursmso pelase get ready." She replied.

"Now you tell me?" I groaned walking to my room.

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We are now in the car and my dad was already waiting for us at the funeral place. Wherever that place is.

"We have to pick up David's daughter and grand daughter." Mom said pulling over at a red two story house.

Two girls came in and I looked over and saw Quinn from school and what looks to be her mom.

"Hey you're Quinn." I said facing her as she was forced to sit next to me.

"Who wants to know?"

A/n: do you have any ideas for the story