It was the day of Chase's funeral. There we stood in the bright sunlight that contrasted our gloomy moods. As the pastor read a passage from the Bible, I could scarcely pay attention to his words. I could only think about Chase and all the memories we were able to share. However, even in sadness, I was still confused as to why Chase had taken steroids, and if there was anything else we didn't know about him.
Once the pastor finished speaking, we threw our white roses into the ground where Chase's casket laid. Everyone was crying, especially Chase's parents. Jonas and I didn't say anything to each other. We knew the memories we were thinking about would be enough comfort for now. Jonas's parents and my dad stood a few feet away. We thought of what we would say to Chase's parents, but we didn't have much time to do so.
Chase's parents walked over to our little circle. Mrs. Adams was very distraught, her eyes heavily swollen with tears. Mr. Adams had dark circles under his eyes as though he hadn't slept in days. I went over to give each of them a hug, and so did Jonas. We gave them our condolences, still unsure of what else to say. They thanked us and turned away with their arms around each other.
Soon, everyone began to disperse back to their cars. Jonas and I walked together, and my father and Jonas's parents walked behind us. Suddenly, we heard someone yelling. Jonas and I turned around to see who was the culprit.
"Dad," I said, "We'll be right back."
We went behind our family, walked past some friends, and there they were.
"How dare you show your face here after what you did to me!"
"I did nothing! We loved each other! You were just in the way!"
"Chase loved me! You kissed him! He didn't want to be with you!"
I interrupted this crazy conversation and stepped between the two girls. It was Cassidy, Chase's girlfriend, and some other girl. The girl's face was red with anger which kind of clashed with her red hair. Her thin frame was shaking with fury, and her green eyes screamed indignation. Cassidy looked just as mad, if not more.
"Haven't you heard it's a little disrespectful to argue at a funeral? What's going on here?" I asked.
"Ask her!" Cassidy yelled. "She's the cheater!"
"He didn't want to be with you anymore! He loved me!" the other girl said.
"Who are you?" I paused for a moment and noticed she looked a little familiar. "Sophie? What are you doing here?"
A/N: Hey, guys! So who do you think Sophie is? The picture above is supposed to be her. Don't forget to vote and comment! 'Til next time,
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