30 Day Writing Challenge

DAY 29

Day 29 -You are at a cemetery reading gravestones. Write about one of the people you find.

(Sorry this was so late, lack of inspiration.)

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It wasn't like we were misfits, it wasn't like we were cool kids, it wasn't like we were trying to be either. We were us, and that was enough.

We didn't smoke cigarettes because we liked to look cool. We smoked cigarettes so are lungs joined our hearts, black and withered. We smoked on her grave because she screamed at us, our cigarettes tasted like her.

We visited Jade every month, always on a Friday: her favorite day. Her death hurt everyone, and even Keith cried. She died on May 16th, a week before graduating high school, a week before the summer she would go to New York and start college, she died a week before her life began. 

We knew this, we knew her, and when we sat and smoked and ate peanuts on her grave it was okay. If anyone else except her family and friends and Luke (her boy, well ex boyfriend now.) even touched the grave they knew they would answer to us. 

They didn't know that, they thought it was a random grave and we were random teens, seeking to fit in and play the cool kids who hung out at graveyards. So they ruined her grave, and this is the story of how we ruined them. This is how Jade got justice.