Forevermore

Heart Felt

I plugged my ears to stop them from popping as we (me,TEssa,Meca) followed my late mother's hurst over a steep hill. The rear view mirror shows a mile long line of 'dear friends' and 'close relatives'. I roll my eyes, as I drop my hands.

"Are you okay?" My legal guardian, Meca, glance's at me. Of course I'm not okay, my mom just died and the government put me with a aunt I haven't seen since I was 4.

But I settled for a plain never get's old: "No." She sigh's and put's her full attention on the road. The line guide's to a stop.

"I hate small town's." Tessa say's from the back seat. None of us answer but we're all silently agree. Everyone File out of there car's to the newest granite headstone and freshest grave. We take our places at the front of the audience. Behind us the whole town is sniffling and sobbing. They shouldn't be crying because she just played them to get what she had. That's what she did, don't get to close to someone because when you shoot them down it will hurt. She tought me that (Well tried to).

My mother disliked me and that dislikement turned to hatetrid when my dad dissapeared. She would rather have me been kidnapped and pronoused dead, then the love of her life. Yes, my dad was the only person she wouldn't hurt intentionally. I never really understood it, my dad was a good hearted, lovable man. My mother she was an cold-hearted, un-loveable bitch.

Tessa is like my sister,she knew how my mother was. Her mom, Ms. Lockrowe, would let me stay over if mother got a little too loud. The preacher calls me up to say a few 'Heart-felt' words. I step up behind the podium and browse the faces of puffy eyed women and contemplating men. I catch the eye of an boy my age.

I thought of a whole dictionary of words to discribe him in under a millisecond. Like: ideal, flawless, perfection, ect. ect. As I resisted the urge to swoon he grinned at me. I tore my eyes away and started my speech:

"My mother was a exceptional person. She would be the person everyone turned to in time of need."In everyline it told a lie about her whole existance. I don't remember a second when she was even tolorant. Their ignorance is irritating. "Mom would truly be missed." I couldn't think of anymore lie's.

A slow migrane has started in a corner of my mind as I walked back to my seat. Tessa reads my emotion's, hands me a small pill and whispers:

"She was still your mom, Cass." She gives me a small smile, calling me by one of my many nicknames. I nod once and stare ahead at nothing particular. A look that said 'it-doesn't-matter'.