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When They Came

When They Came

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I sat there in my black dress and shoes, Josiah and Melanie on either side of me. I could feel the tears threatening to fall as they welled up. My mother was giving her speech. She was doing her best to hold back the tears and not look at the coffin beside her. She caved in. She took a quick glance at his small body inside, and collasped to the floor crying. Watching her suffer like that brought the tears in my eyes out as well. How could this have happened? How could he have just wanted to die like that? My both of my friends' arms wrapped around me. I thought back to the day when he told me that he was going to die. Oh, how I wished I could go back in time and change his mind about all this. He wouldn't have wanted us to mourn and suffer like this. I curse the creator of those vicious, unruly, killer Trengers. At the moment, I could only ask him this in my thoughts: Why? Why would you want to leave us like this? We loved you and you knew that! My heart is aching because I will never again hear your jokes, your laugh, your voice, and your wise words. I will never again see your smile, the sparkle in your eyes, your childish ways, and your silly handwriting. I will never again feel your tiny arms around me, your comforting kisses, and your soft hair when I had to fix it in the morning because it would be sticking every which way. Just, why? I, Tenleigh Renae Leeper, miss you with all of my heart and soul.
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"Mom, not today. I don't even know why you're making me go. Today is dads..." I didn't want to finish and remind her of dads' birthday. My phone kept ringing, I already knew it was Dakota, he's my childhood best friend. "Just take your brother to school, please!" She exclaimed. She looked miserable. I shut the door and smelled the freshly cut grass. I smiled to myself knowing it was my dad's favorite smell. "Alexandria! We're gonna be late, can you stop daydreaming and get in the car." My brother, Cory hollered. He hates to think about dad. He just forgets. I Jeep Wrangler and I started the car, Cory rolled down his windows. "Are we sitting together at lunch today?" Cory asked me. "No I want you to sit with your friends, I'll be alright alone." I told him. "Alright Alex, believe it or not I actually love you. And I love you enough to tell you, you need friends." He admitted. "Have fun. Love you too, Corky." I laughed at the name I gave him when I was a kid. He smiled at me then left into the school. I went on to go to a flower shop. I stopped and got out. I walked in the shop. "Ally, do you have my order, the cars running?" I asked Ally. "Yeah Alex, I have it. Your order for 1 dozen Chocolate Cosmos, 2 dozen Daises, and 1 dozen yellow Roses." "Thanks Ally." I grabbed all the flowers then ran back to the car. I drove to the grave. I threw all my stuff into my bag. I grabbed the flowers and I pulled my bag over my shoulder and got out. I looked around and saw people young and old coming here to see their loved ones. I saw my families graves. Almost my whole family will be buried here. My grandpa always said it was sacred. I put the Cosmos on my dad's grave. The Daises on my grandmothers and the Roses on my grandpas. I talked and talked to them till I pull my pack of cigarettes out of my bag along with a lighter. I put the cancer stick in my mouth and lit it. "You guys are probably really mad right now. Blame peer pressure in 9th grade."

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