As I looked at the casket, that pitch black wooden box, that carried my best friend I couldn't help but cry. The rain poured down on us making everything wet. She... well she meant everything to me. It wasn't a very big town that we lived in; just a relatively small town in the plains of Texas. Naturally we new eachother from the beginning and we had something special. I truly felt like myself when I was with here, but now I was empty. The 15 year old in me said not to cry, to hold it in, to run away, get out. I simply couldn't. I cried the hardest that day. It was too much for me. The only light that I had was gone. When it was over I went home and slept, locked my self in my room, and became indifferent to the world around me.
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Short StoryA boy goes to the funneral of his best friend and remembeds the times he had while she was alive...
