I stand in a small black dress in front of the bright pink casket.
I feel a single tear fall down my face. It's funny. I thought I was all out of those.
I guess not.
I suddenly feel less sad and more angry.
Why Katie? Why did it have to be her? She was so beautiful and amazing and now she's gone.
A hand takes mine. I want to pull away but it's the only thing keeping me from going insane.
Katie's pale and drained face, with her eyes closed stares at the ceiling.
I will never again see those eyes. Those big dark brown eyes that were so full of hope and love for the world.
"Why'd have to be her?"
I tighten my grip on the hand.
"I don't know Char. It's just not right."
I sigh. Then my whole body is filled with anger. I know who did this. And I was going to kick her manicured ass.
I tear away from Anthony's grasp and walk closer to the casket. I plant a small kiss on my roommates forehead and walk away.
"Grace Pierce. Get your sparkly butt ready 'cause I'm gonna kick it back where it came from."
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Hey guys sorry short chapter. I am deeply sorry for these past few chapters. I wasnt originally going to this to you but my fingers move faster than my brain. IT HURT ME SO BAD TO WRITE IT. I CRIED SO MANY TIMES
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
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