I’ve never been to a funeral where it hasn’t rained. I remember passing funerals in my car, on a perfectly sunny day, and I remember asking myself, “where are the raindrops,?” It was odd to me. Rain on the day of the funeral where like God’s tears…Gods mourning. As I sat in the front row of an outside funeral service I was relived that huge raindrops were falling from the sky, and mixing with my tears. This was gods way of helping us say goodbye to her, but I didn’t want to.
All I could do was stare at the big burgundy box that held my best friend, as the priest went on about how Kate was a model student, and a responsible, caring human being. All this did was made me angry. They don’t know Kate. Not like I do. They don’t know that she had her first kiss with the biggest geek in our grade when she was six, because she was the only one who thought he was cute, or that she could fit a total number of seven jellybeans up her nose, which she proved on valentines day in grade four. And they didn’t know her biggest dream was to be a professional singer, let alone know she was a good singer. That’s because these people aren’t me. I’m the only one who ever knew Kate, and it makes me sad to know that I’m the only one who ever will.
Hey guys!! this is my first piece of writing, i dont have a title yet but i soon will. Read it over and help me make it better, i want your criticism! i know i dont explain much but i did this in like 5 minutes
