Yea...well, I've run out of ideas. So why not? :p In the first part, Spencer is 9 by the way, not 15.
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Spencer trailed behind his mom as they walked to the funeral home. His mother was in tears, his father showing no emotion what so ever as he held on to Jessica's hand.
"Mommy? Who are we going to see?" Spencer chirped, not knowing what was going on. His mother, Jane, turned and kneeled down beside him,
"Our distant cousin, Billy Joe Cobra, died the other day, and we're going to his funeral." She said, her voice cracking. Spencer blinked, he didn't know him, so why should he be coming? Spencer just followed his mother in, and sat down next to her when they got inside,
"Spencer, stay with your sister, I'm going to see Billy..." She stuttered when Spencer sat down, she turned and walked up to a casket, inside there was a young man with black hair in it,
So that's Billy Joe... Spencer thought. When his mom came back, he asked if could go see him, Jane blinked tears away in surprise, but she grabbed Spencer's hand and took him up there. Billy looked like he was sleeping. His mom could barely hold herself, placing her hand over her mouth. Spencer couldn't look at her without tearing up. Jane patted Spencer's shoulder and ran to the bathroom.
"She knew him very well..." A woman's voice said from behind him, Spencer jerked around in surprise, to see a woman with corn-blonde hair. She locked her gaze on the dead boy in the casket.
"He was taken before his time..." She whispered, but her gaze flicked back to Spencer, "Hello, I'm Aisha Crownfeld, but you can just call me, Cornfield..."
"My name's Spencer Wright..." Cornfield nodded, her eyes bright,
"I know, your mother and I were friends back when Billy was still around..." Cornfield's eyes grew soft, as she handed Spencer a blue, spiky guitar pick, but it was made into a necklace. Spencer smiled, and put it around his neck, giving a big grin.
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It was dark, and cold. He couldn't see a thing. Then a spark came from far away, and a little voice said,
"Thanks, Miss Cornfield! I'll cherish it forever!"
Cornfield, he knew that name...Cornfield! The light then blinded his gaze as the scene changed to bright room, filled with people. He looked around, noticing he was in a box, and he was out of his body.
"What the-? Am I...dead?" He floated around the room, trying to get people's attention. Nobody could see him, he was alone, all alone.
"Hello? Are you Billy Joe Cobra?" A tiny voice squeaked from behind him, he swooshed around and saw a little kid with brown hair.
"Y-You...can see me?" he choked out, when the little boy nodded, he smiled a bit.
"You look really cool!" Spencer squeaked, his eyes shining. Billy smiled even more, and patted the kid's head.
"Wanna be my bro?"
"Yea, bros forever!"
