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Sunday.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my body was adorned with a black dress, black cardigan, black tights, and black heels. Today is Isabell's funeral, it took kinda long due to her body having to be shipped from Cali to Chicago.

"You ready?" my older brother popped his head into my room. My whole family was going, they saw Isabell as a sister or a daughter to my parents. They even called Isabell their adopted daughter.

"Ye-yeah, I guess," my cheeks were tear stained due to me crying last night when I realized I would be going to my best friend's funeral. I wasn't wearing any makeup other than mascara.

"Well, Mom said you could ride with Isabell's mom?" he walked over to me, turned me to face him and hugged me, which I returned.

"Yeah, let's go," I pulled away and grabbed my phone, then following my brother out of my room. I made it down the stairs, everyone was sitting on the couch expect my mom who was running around.

"I'm going to drop off Lupe at Isabell's house and then I'll come pick up everyone else," my step-dad announced as he got up from the couch. My mom thanked him with a peck on the cheek and hugged me before we left the house.

The relationship between my stepdad and I is okay, I don't see him as my real dad of course, but we're cool. He makes my mom happy and that's all I ever want for her. She used to tell me that her divorce with my dad wasn't because of us, they just fell out of love.

They were really young and sometimes love doesn't always last. I understood that, I wasn't one for getting mad at my mom because they separated. I'd rather have them be happy separated than being together and miserable.

"We're here," my stepdad commented. I thanked him before getting out of the car and saying bye.

I walked up the house where I would spend most of my days. From doing homework to watching American Horror Story and talking about boys. I haven't see Isabell's room, her mom said she couldn't bear going in and taking out her things.

When I brought over Isabell's box of things from the tour, I managed to stand outside her closed door. I couldn't manage going into the room so I left the box at the door.

I made my way inside my secon home. The inside was decorated with white tulips, her favorite flower. I brought her some for her birthday along with adidas NMD shoes.

"Lupe!" her mother jogged over to me and hugged me tightly which I returned.

"How are you, Maribel?" I pulled away slightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, tear stains on her cheeks to match mine.

"Fine, for now. How about you, mija?" she wiped away the tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes.

"Fine also, do you guys need any help?" she grabbed my hand and led me to their backyard where a lot of personal conversations with Isabell and I took place.

"No, we're about done, thank you for making the cake, it's beautiful," she brought me over to the table with all the treats. I made a cake and got the best picture of Isabell laughing and put it on the cake. She looked happy and content with life.

I took this picture when we were outside at night with a bonfire. She had told me that her grandma had died, she was crying so much. I made a few jokes and I got her to be her happy self even if it was for 5 minutes.

"We should get going, church is going to start soon," I gave her shoulder a small squeeze. We made our way to the black car that was waiting for us. It was just her and I, Isabell's dad would be at the church already and Isabell didn't have any siblings.