I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out my outfit I was going to wear. It was a Audrey Hepburn Breakfast at Tiffany's styled black dress with a pair of black tea on the train heels. My hair was put into a braided crown with curled pieces out on the side and a swipe of a matte Burgundy lipstick.
The drive there was quiet but let's be honest who likes going to funeral's. The last funeral I went to was my mother's and it was just as she wanted, god I miss her. We sat in some chairs that were placed out on the lawn for the mourners.
Every now and then one of my relatives would come up to me and tell me a story about my Uncle, but all I could remember was the time he took my corn dog and never got me another one. Don't get me wrong I loved my uncle, he was family but, he wasn't my favorite person in the world.
After the service everyone mingled and placed flower's onto his casket. "Uncle James, you corndog stealing bastard" I smiled as I places a sunflower on his casket. Uncle James loved the work bastard, said it any chance he could, he said it made him feel cool.
I was talking to one of my cousins until Aunt Opal walked over to me and interrupted. "Grace dear" Opal put her hand on my shoulder "Opal" I smiled and hugged her. "Is Luke not with us today" she asked looking around "afraid not Opal, he's back in Orlando" I smiled. "So has he" she asked "has he what", "popped the question", I laughed "no not yet but i'm sure he will at some point" I re assured.
I continued to talk with Opal until I saw a familiar face blended in with the crowd of people. I thought What the hell are you doing here. "Hey honey are you ready to head home", saved by the bell "Yeah i'm ready". We said goodbye to our relatives got into the car and drove home.
The minute we got home I went up stairs to take my shoes off and my hair out until my phone rang, I smiled. "Hi Honey" I said picking up the phone "Hi how are thing's over there" Luke asked on the other side "Fine, just wishing I could go home and be with you" I smiled "I feel the same but i'll see you on wednesday".
We talked for awhile until the doorbell rang and my dad asked me to answer it. "Hold on Luke, there's someone at my door" I placed my phone on the bed and went down stairs. "What the hell are you doing here" I spat out as soon as I opened the door, "Grace who is i-" my dad paused at the sight of his daughter standing at his door step.
It was silent and if i'm being frank, a bit awkward, "Blair" my dad spoke first. "Hi dad" she spoke, "What are you doing here" he asked "I came to see you" she smiled. I rolled my eyes over her stupid little girl act. "I thought you were, I mean everyone thought you were-" "dead?" she finished.
"So I'm just going to close this door" I slowly began to close the door "Grace" my dad yelled holding back open the door. "Grace aren't you happy to see your sister" he asked "No" just the sight of her made my blood boil. "What is with you Grace" my dad asked "she's my problem" I pointed at Blair who was still standing in the doorway.
My dad looked confused as always, "Dad this isn't the first time i've seen her in years" I confessed "She showed up at my dorm a couple of month's ago and we had breakfast like four weeks ago" I added on. My dad's face still very much in shock on the information he was hearing.
He looked over at me then over at Blair then back at me. "You knew" he asked "Yeah" I confessed "Why didn't you tell me", "because to be very honest dad, i'm not happy with her right now, she's still the idiotic imbecile kid she was when she left in the first place" I turned around went up the stairs and into my room slamming the door behind me.
I laid on my while tears ran down my face, why did she make me feel this way, anger. I was so mad that she would just show up here as if everything was okay, but what made me more upset is that she still pulled that little girl act. She was eighteen and not just that but also a mother of a four year old and she's still acting like this.
