By:Layla
guys i totally hate this piece and was on the phone while writing this. so I'm going to rewrite.(DONT WASTE YOUR TIME READING IT....AT ALL. THE STORY WILL CONFUSE YOU IF YOU READ THIS.)
"We are gathered here today, to remember and mourn about Alexander Michael French. Here with us is his wife, Katie, and his four children, Annabel, Isabella, Owen, and Jacob, and all his brothers and sisters."
There was a long pause. As I wait for him to continue, I look around. I see everyone in dark shade of colors; blue, black, purple, brown. Every one's eyes puffy and pink, some with tears streaming down their face. Some crying silently, some into tissues, some walking out the church hall's doors so they could cry more freely. I haven't cried at all. I'm usually the one to cry first, being the youngest girl in the family.
"If anyone would like to say a few words about Alexander, they can do so now, if they would like to."
All my Dad's best friends from high school went up to tell stories, each of which would shed a few tears. All 16 siblings of my father went up also. After all of them went up to share, the priest went up and spoke again.
"Is there anyone else who would like to speak?'
No one volunteered.
"Well this has concluded our memorial. Tomorrow will be the burial of Alexander at 11:45 A.M."
Everyone sat for a while. Unsure of what to do. As everyone left, Owen blocked my way.
"Want me to drive you home?"
"Sure."
"I understand how you're feeling Isabella."
"No, you don't. You weren't there when they came to our house. You didn't hear them say it."
Owen looked at me as we stopped at a stop sign.
"You're right.I didn't. But you can't hold that against me Bella. Let us be there now. We wanna be here for you; me, Jake, and Annabel."
We were pulling up to the driveway of my house. My mom, sister, and other brother made it home before we did.
"Why now, huh? Do you feel bad you never were before? I don't need your pity."
I jumped out the car and ran up the path to the front steps. I unlocked the front door with my house key and ran upstairs to my bedroom, to run away from everyone, and the things that came with it.
