12:00pm August 21, 2014
Today is Sams funeral and I still can't believe she gone. I didn't go to school today. School was at the back of my mind right now. I was wearing at simple black dress with a red ribbon in my hair because that was me and Sam's things, we always wore red ribbons together. Slowly a tear escaped my eye sliding down my cheek. We got in the car and drove to the place where I cried the most. We bought my sister white roses and some for my mom as well. We got at the cemetery and it was just me and my dad both of my grandparents died and my mom or dad didn't have brothers so it was just the two of us. We walked peacefully and quietly as if we didn't want to wake up the dead. We got to where they were going to bury my sister we payed a priest and by now we were praying. I threw in the white roses and blew her a kiss. I could hear my dads sobs I wanted to be angry because he doesn't have right to cry for her. But I didn't want to cause a fight because I knew Sam wouldn't want me to do that. We said our goodbyes but I didn't want to leave I wanted to stay with her and put on her song and pretend she's singing with me but I knew that would just make it harder for both of us so I didn't. We finally turned and walked to my mom grave which was right next to my sister's grave I laid the roses gently.
"Take care of her mom she missed you," I said gently.
"Take care of our babygirl," My dad continued.
When we got back home I went into Sam's room and sat on her bed and stared at the picture of both of us when we were little with our mom. That when I couldn't control myself anymore and I sobbed and sobbed till I had nothing in me anymore. Then I just stared at the blank wall in front of me. I stayed like that for thirty minutes till my dad called me down. I came down and saw two sandwiches made.
"I thought you would be hungry since you didn't eat breakfast,"
"I'm not hungry"
"Come on you have to eat," I sat down in front of the sandwich in front of me and ate and realized I was hungry and ate the surprisingly good sandwich.
"Are you going to want to go to school tomorrow," Dad asked.
"Nah its fine I'll go I have to go sometime anyway," I answered as he nodded back.
