The Life of a Freak

Chapter 4

2 weeks later...

I sat quietly while the priest talked about Kayla. He talked about how she was an angel on earth, how she was, supposedly, a great friend, how she's in a better place now...

Her parents gave a speech, then her older brother, Simon, with his gorgeous dark brown hair and green eyes, and then, me. I went up there, and started reciting my supposed speech. I had not made one so I created it right there. That way, my heart could speak the words instead of my big mouth.

-Kayla...she was the best friend anyone could wish for. She was funny, daring, brave, kind, perfect in every way. I...can still remember her laughing along with me at some of my stupid jokes, her laughter high and clear like a morning lark. I remember her giving me advice about everything there was. Literally everything. Her voice was calm and soothing. She made my worst days the best. She could lift anyone mood up...from depressed to excited. I'm sure everyone misses her here. But she's in a better place now. Heaven gained an angel.

While I recited my speech, tears erupted from my eyes. I placed a white rose , its thorns biting my long fingers, on Kayla's coffin. Gently, quietly. And then I sat back down on my wooden seat right next to Mom, who also got teary.

They lowered her coffin into the earth and that was the last time anyone saw anything of her.

Then the priest continued, his white outfit reflecting the bright sun and giving him a godlike shine:

-Even though Kayla passed away, it is not her death for which we came here to grieve over. Today is supposed to be a celebration of her life, short, sometimes hellish due to the cancer, but good and happy none the less. Amen.

-Amen, everybody responded.

After the whole funeral thing, Kayla's cousin came over to me and introduced himself:

-I'm Peter. Kayla's cousin.

-Amy. I was her best friend.

He had dark brown hair, almost black, and piercing blue eyes that were the color of the sky and that shone like diamonds when they met the sun. His skin was slightly tanned and he was just a tiny bit taller than me. I could only notice how cute he was.

We talked some more about Kayla and what a great person she was. We shared memories of her with each other, and, when it was time to leave, we exchanged email addresses.

Then we both left for home. He went to his, and I went to mine.