Prologue: The Funeral
"There was always something distinct about her that I could never place my finger on; I could never be too specific with her." Nervously, I clicked my tongue against the back of my now-clenched teeth. Every pair of eyes was focused on me, and I knew I was blushing, my tear-stained cheeks flushing bright red. "In her last days," While I began speaking again, I forced myself to hold back tears, because she wouldn't have wanted me to cry so much. "Alex Nuñez had been finishing her sophomore year in college; she told me she was going to try her best and stay out of trouble." Looking around, I noticed that Emily, Alex's mom, wasn't even here. (Hopefully, she didn't drink herself into a grave.) "And, she stayed out of trouble: working two part-time jobs, taking several college courses…" My voice trailed off as I took note to the small group of friends we ran with throughout our years at Degrassi. Even Jay was here, sitting closer to the back; I think I saw him actually crying. "Anyone who knew Alex knew her sarcasm, knew that she'd be the one sitting in the far back, smirking her ass off." My mother glared at me; I smiled weakly, wiping at my tears with the back of my hand. "Right now, she's watching over us, not wanting anyone to be weary or cry over her." Had this been a high school assembly, someone would have shouted 'Then, why are you crying?' Luckily, it's not: but, it's worse than that, by ten fold.
Sooner or later, I'll have to come to terms with myself: Alex Nuñez, the only girlfriend I had and will ever have, is dead.