Just hold on.

Chapter 2: The drive to Cali.

After I cleaned myself up, I took a bath, I couldn't sleep. It was now 5:13 am, I can't go to school. I'll just convince my mom that I'm sick or whatever.

They planned his funeral to be on Sunday, 4 days from now. How was I supposed to get to California, when I lived in Toronto? It didn't matter I had to go, well it's a good thing I got my driver's licence last month.

At 7:10, my alarm rang I put it on snooze, my mom would be waking up soon. since we lived in a one story house, I ran to the kitchen that was just down the hall.

I looked in our compost bin and luckily it was still full so I grabbed some of the stuff in it, rotten eggs, soggy lettuce, 3 day old pizza, etc. I grabbed a bowl and put in all the "ingredients" I also added some milk and feta cheese to make it looked chunky. I was making fake vomit. I grabbed my bowl and took it to my room. Once I heard my mom'a alarm I ran to the bathroom and spilled the "vomit" on the floor and a little on the toilet seat while making having noises.

I tucked the bowl away and just as I did that my mom came running in.

"What happened!"

"Ughhh" I replied.

"Aw, what is that smell."

I got up and she realised that there was vomit all over the floor.

"Oh, um well you don't have to go to school today...but take it easy because I'm going on a business trip, I'll be gone for a week."

"Okay." I said. perfect since she would be gone I could leave to Cali, it would be a long drive but that didn't matter.

Once my mom left I got up and started packing my things.

I still needed to buy a formal black dress though, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't like it if I showed up in black skinny jeans, my nirvana tee-shirt and my doc martins.

I drove to the mall, I found a black long sleeved dress, that went just above my knees, I also bought some tights and some black flats. I wasn't sure if that was formal enough but I had never been to a funeral.

Once I finished shopping I got out and started driving, I had called Griffin's mom and she said it was fine if I stayed with them, I had taken money from our savings just in case I needed it to stay in a hotel.

I had finally crossed the border from Canada to California.

My GPS was leading me to Griffin's house. A day and 18 hours later I was officially in California, but it would still take about half an hour to get to his house.

"You have reached your destination." said the robotic voice from my GPS, as I parked Griffin's drive way.

I knocked on the door to find a middle aged woman with red, puffy and tired eyes.

"Hi, I'm Bailey Jenkins."

She looked at me up and down and out of nowhere she pulled me into a hug and started sobbing on my shoulder.

She got off of me and told me to come inside.