When we were deciding in the place we would hold the funeral I suggested Florida because that was my dad's favorite place. The day of the funeral it was puring rain. It reminded me of something my dad used to say to me, the saying went 'The reason why it rains is because when someone good dies the angels cry.' The ceremony went by slowly. The whole time I was sitting there I was thinking about hen this would be over. After the funeral I went to the grave and just talked to him. As I was talking to him my tears got heavier and began to cascade down my cheeks. All I remember from then is me crying my eyes out while sitting limply in front of the grave. Not long after I was dragged away much and taken to my mom. She immediatly ran over and comforted me. Once I was calm she told me we were moving here. There are a lot if good reasons why we are moving, one is to be closer to my dad, another is to have a fresh start. The fresh start didn't really go well for me because everytime a kid would say "Dad" I would start crying. I went to the guidance counseler to get some help on how to get over this. She advised me to do something to channel my energy into. The thing is I didn't know what to do.
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Teen FictionHi, my name is Brittney Noland. I used to be a gymnast until an accident ruined my career in gymnastics. But now I am a famous writer. I know you are wondering what that accident was. If you want to find out what the accident was, you will have to l...
