Chapter 25

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For the funeral I decided that I would be okay if I went up and spoke for Luke. I didn't prepare a speech. I didn't feel the need to.

Luke was cremated so I couldn't see his face again. I couldn't see the way his lip-piercing hung off his lip. The way he would always wear plaid. The way his quiff was in the morning. I will miss that.

The funeral is on a Monday (Today is Saturday) so I will skip school till Wednesday. That probably made no sense.... I will need some time to myself before my dad comes. The police said he was coming in Friday, so that will give me some time to wind down.

For the funeral I will wear a black dress that goes about to my knees, and the chest area is light fabric so it is a little see through. But don't worry that part is above my nonexistent boobs. That would just be wrong.

At the service there were a lot of people. Neighbors, friends, family, even Trever. I guess he's a neighbor,  but I didnt expect to see him here. He was probably only here because he had to be. I mean he was on his phone the whole time.

I wasnt listening to anything the preacher was saying. I was just looking at Lukes picture. It was a picture of him in a tree with his old guitar. I heard my name called to go up and speak, so I walked up.

"I didnt prepare a speach, because I dont get why people need to express their feelings by wasting their time on writing a bunch of crap on a peice of paper." I got a few laughs from that. "I thought of Luke as a... protective body guard. I loved him so much.

"There was this thing he told me, before he left for the military. He said 'Cause you blew me away like the leaves in an autumn wind. And memories fade and go away, but I hope I remember your smile, looking over at me for 8 years. Because no matter how much you care, it'll never seem like it was enough. But I swear I'll remember you. I hope you'll remember me.' I memorized that and resited it to myself everyday.

"I want everyone to know, I dont want your pity. I spend enough time pitying myself. So...thank you for your time." I finished. I ment every word I said. I walked off the stage and the preacher told us we need a moment of silence. Of course Trever's phone went off half way through but I didnt care.

I was sitting in the front pew alone cause I was his only family. My dad wasnt here yet and I thank god for that.

When the service was done I went home right away. I didnt care if people were wanting to talk to me.

I just didnt care.

Hey guys!!! Sorry if its short but I just finished... So.... Thats all I got!

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