callan's funeral was the following friday. i could bear to be there. me and morgan we're going to the funeral together. she didn't have any family to go with and nobody from the house i was living in was invited.
the funeral took so long. me and morgan say at the back and did nothing the whole time. we just listened to what everyone had to say. "we are gathered here today to celebrate the life of young callan travis pattinson" the priest began.
callan's mother got up and read her eulogy. "callan was a bright a wonderful young boy, he was smart and wise but most importantly, he was my son" callan's mother had begun to start her probably year long eulogy.
"callan was never disobedient or anything, he always turned his homework in on time and always was a nice smiling young boy" i sighed a little.
his mum blabbered on until eventually she was finished. "now i would like to invite up" the priest began to talk "someone who was very special to callan, someone who impacted callan's life a lot, max. would you like to come up and say a few words" the whole room turned to me. i wasn't prepared for this.
i walked up the alter and looked across the room. "uh, i'm not really prepared for this but i'll give it my best try" i jokes a little to ease the tension in the room.
"at first callan and i, we didn't get a long. he kept annoying me and starting arguments, but thanks to miss love, she made us become friends. callan and i then began talking and hanging out a lot more than we used to. i'm not gonna hide this from you guys but i changed him, badly. he started smoking and drinking because i feel like i peer pressured him into it. unfortunately, one of those killed him, he had some off alcohol. and now he's not here. callan was like a little brother to me. in fact he was better than my little brother, he was my fucking soulmate, in a friendly way, i loved callan so much and now he's gone, i miss him, we all do. flight high callan"
i stepped down from the alter and wiped the tears forming in my eyes. i went and sat back down and kept my head down for the rest of the funeral, just staring at my shoes. wishing i had saved him.
YOU ARE READING
the boy with the blue shoes
Teen Fictionnothing is going right in max mills life, but nobody knows that. he always goes to school acting like everything is perfectly fine, like nothing is wrong at home. he is one of the most average teenagers, to everyone who doesn't know him.
