My story. My life. His death

Chapter 3

It's been three days since I heard about Shane's death and I still can't wrap my head around the fact that he's dead.

 I finally stopped crying! I don't think I have any tears left to cry. 

"You need to go" Ashley says. 

She has been telling me I need to go to his funeral ever since it was announced.

 "I can't, okay"

 "Why not?" 

"Because I hardly knew him! He was my coworker. He wasn't my best friend. If I went his family wouldn't even know who I was."

 "Your entire job is going to be there. So That is no excuse!"

 "I don't even have anything to wear and the funeral is today!"

 "That is why you have me. and besides it's not like it really matters what you wear. Your their to grieve." 

I rolled my eyes at her. 

"Go get dressed so we can go buy you a new dress."She said

 I reluctantly went up to my room. 

I looked through my closet. I have way too many clothes. I finally decided on blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

 I grab my brush and put my hair up in a messy bun. Perfect! I look like i feel. Not worth it. 

I sigh as I put my black flip flops on and head out my bedroom door. 

"Really?" Ashley said when she saw what I was wearing.

 "You said I should do it. You didn't say I had to enjoy it."

 "I'm okay with your attitude. Cause I know if you didn't go to his funeral. You would regret it for the rest of your life."

 I knew she was right but I wasn't going to admit it.

 "Let's go" I grumble                                                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

 When we finally got to the mall (After 10 minutes of awkward silence in the car ride there.) 

I could feel my heart sunk even lower. I really didn't want to be doing this right now. 

"Alright what store do you want to go to first?" I ask Ashley not even slightly amused. 

I hate clothes shopping! I look fat in EVERYTHING!

 "Let's hit JC Penny first." 

"Okay"

 Ashley went straight into JC Penny like she owned the place.

 "Dress or skirt?" She said looking at me 

"Pants"

 "Dress it is!"

 She led me to a rack full of black dresses. 

Then she picked out like 10 different ones and said " Alright time to go to the dressing room."

 I reluctantly follow after her. 

She hands me the dresses and says "Try it on then come out and model it for me." 

" This isn't a movie you know." 

" Might as well be. Your a movie star." She says with jazz hands. 

I can't help but laugh as I go into the dressing room. 

They range from lace to something as simple as just buckles around the waist.