*DISCLAIMER*I didn't create the characters or the book they first appeared in. I thank the writing of Susan Pfeffer of making this possible!
I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were puffy from all the crying I had been doing since Becky died. I was wearing my mourning clothes which were all black but I paired it with orange mardi gras beads in remembrance of the cancer that took my best friend from me. Megan was going to wear yellow beads in honor of Becky's sunny personality, and Sammi was wearing purple beads because that was Becky's favorite color.
"Come on Miranda this isn't something we should show up late to,"my mom said at my door. She was escorting me to the funeral even though I asked her not to. She countered back that a child shouldn't go to a funeral alone. Honestly I was kind of relieved she was coming because I don't know if I could have walked there without crying.
The church was filled with flowers and people in all black. When Becky's mom saw me and my mom she started to sob. Loud, body wracking sobs, I suppose we reminded her of the daughter she lost. My mom left my side to go comfort her and I went off to find Megan and Sammi.
I found them sitting in a far back corner. I sat down beside them. I didn't have anything to say or tears to shed; I was just empty. Megan was hugging Sammi who was still crying. I wished I could be Sammi, at least she was sad, I felt nothing, which some how was worse. The three of us sat waiting for the service to start.
"If you could all be seated. We are to begin the surman for Rebecca," said some reverend. "Rebecca was a very special girl and it's very sad that she died of leukemia so young. She was lucky for her days on this Earth, but even more lucky to now be with our God for an eternity."
He kept talking, but I was so angry I couldn't listen to another word more. Who says a twelve-year-old is lucky for that little of time on Earth? She should have gotten longer! Twelve years isn't enough for anything and if this God thinks it was He's no god I want to be any part of.
It was then I decided I didn't care if there was no heaven or if there was a hell all I knew about was this purgatory called life. There's a little good and there's a little bad in life and who cares what comes before it or even after it? We all want more time and my best friend should have gotten more! Becky deserved more time!
"I'm Reverend Marshall and if you need any help with your grief you may speak with me after," the guy said. Around me everybody was standing up to get a final look at Becky and then follow them down to the cemetery. I joined the line to see Becky, but I didn't want to go to the cemetery.
When I finally got to see Becky I was surprised how peaceful she looked. Her hair was brushed out of her face and her eyes were shut. She was wearing a soft pink dress. She looked as innocent as a morning dew drop on a rose.
"I miss you," I said looking at her. I sighed and moved on to find my mom. I felt disappointed. I don't know what I expected. I knew it was funeral, but for some reason I hoped it was a cruel joke and Becky would pop out laughing about how she fooled Megan, Sammi, and I. But that didn't happen.
"Do you want to go down to the cemetery with them?" my mom asked. I shook my head no and headed towards the door. I know she wanted to give me a hug and tell me everything was going to be alright, but I knew that wasn't the truth and there was no point in pretending that it was. My best friend was gone and I was never going to be okay again.