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It was something you could never imagine.
Not hearing your sisters voice ever again.
Not ever seeing her smile again.
No more contact with her, ever.
As I changed into my funeral outfit, I ran memories of her through my head.
Her wild, cute laugh. Whenever she laughed or smiled, everyone else did.
She was a head cheerleader and she could get a crowed pumped up in seconds.
She would give a stranger a smile and a compliment.
She was a good hearted girl with a bright future.
To know she was dead was something I couldn't even begin to describe..
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I looked in the mirror once before leaving.
My black skirt hugged my legs perfectly, my tank top was fitted just right. I slipped on my blazer and adjusted my hair. Before leaving I slipped on my black ankle boots and laced them up.
I got into the car with my parents and drove off to the funeral.
As expected everyone came up to us and kept giving their condolences.
"She was a beautiful girl."
"She had a heart of gold."
"She didn't deserve to die so young."
After the same spoken words over and over again, I was getting fed up.
I walked away and stood infront of my sisters casket.
I let my tears drip over her dead body.
I wiped them away not caring if my makeup was smudged.
I took off the necklace I had worn and sat it next to her.
It was my grandma's necklace she had given me before she past away.
My sister and I fought over who got to keep it.
I ended up winning.
I smiled thinking of how we didn't talk for the next week after that.
I laid the necklace on her chest and watched as the diamond reflected the sun.
"Bree, it's time to start the service." The pastor said.
I looked at him with my tear streaked eyes and nodded.
I went and sat down next to my parents.
As the service went on, 3 men walked into the service half way in.
I looked at the three unrecognizable men.
1 was shorter, balding and slighty big around the edges.
The other tall, skinny and in his mid-twenties.
The last was a younger, good looking guy. Muscled, tall, and handsome.
I didn't recognize any of them though and none of them seemed to be related.
After the service was done I turned and saw 2 of the 3 men staring at me.
They looked away once my eyes caught their's.
I didn't care though.
My sister was dead, and I was hurt.
Nothing worried me anymore.


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When my Grandparents were asked, how they managed to stay together for sixty-five years, my granny replied, 'We were born in a time where if something broke, you fixed it; not throw it away.'  ♥

Life isn't a garden.

Don't be a hoe.