The funeral made it worse. It made Mark's death seem more definite and I could hardly bare it. As I stared down at the coffin all of my cherished memories of Mark came flooding back to me. I once again burst into tears and Aaron, who was standing next to me at the time, pulled me into an brace and reassured me, telling me that everything would be ok.
Aaron had been very kind and helpful in arranging things when I deemed unfit, it was almost as if he cared for me in some ways. I don't know what or who that changed him but I do know that I liked it.
After Mark was cremated, we drove back to the house with his ashes. We being the three of us, me mum and dad. That's what we would just have to get used to now.
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A Typical Highschool Story
Teen FictionLucy Moony is a typical 17 year old teenager who is very mature and sensible...compared to her best friend Sarah Jane and her 'A' crowd brother, Mark that is. She never gets into trouble and passes all of her classes with flying colours. I guess tha...
