The rest of school prior to today was cancelled for two reasons, the first was Amanda and everything that happened and the second was that the widows of the front office were smashed and broken thus meaning that someone broke in. I notice how everyone is staring either at the portrait that hangs above the library now of Amanda or their looking at me, at first I don't why but then it hits me- I'm wearing the shirt covered in her blood from the theater.
TWO DAYS LATER
Amanda's funeral
As I watch her go into the ground I last only three seconds before breaking down.
The thought of not being able to see her or to hug her or tell her how I felt, makes me want to vomit with sadness and anger. I wish I can find that gunman again and shoot him in the back and chest and watch him bleed out slowly and die.
I remain in my room for the rest of the day after the funeral, desperately trying to avoid my parents knowing that they'll just keep on talking about how much Amanda's funeral was a great way to send her off, (Said Dad on the way back home)
Or that she was such a pretty soul, (what mom said) those two statements make my stomach turn because it was at that moment that I let everything sink in and finally realized that...
...she's gone.
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Teen FictionA fatal gunshot shakes Aaron to his core as his crush was shot by a masked gunman. He really wants to find this man and make him pay... at any costs
