Sorry for the WAY long time between this and the last one

I have the plan for what each one will have on my Ipod Touch & my Dad nicked it from me for the past two weeks or so because he and my Mum went on a cruise

Needless to say, I couldn't remember that far back (since I wrote the plan in April), so I'm just writing it now!

I don't own anything – unfortunately

I am standing on the podium in the church, facing the huge crowd of people who came to say goodbye to my Dad, and swallow loudly. My Dad died three days ago and this is his funeral; I couldn't let my Mother do this – she's already in pieces. I'm sixteen now and I should be the one to do this.

"My Dad was the best thing that was in this world," I say before pausing to hold back my tears. I may be a mid-teen, so to speak, but that doesn't mean that I can't show emotion.

My Dad died because of a heart attack: apparently he had this pre-disposition that meant his 'ticker', so to speak, wouldn't last past a certain time. He didn't bother to tell me but he and Mom knew about it would happen soon. She knew that he was going to die but she didn't tell me… neither did he. I should hate her for that but I don't; it meant that the time I had with my Dad was so much more special because I wasn't living as if every day was his last: it meant we could be normal…

… even up to the day he died.

"I loved him so much; I know it probably makes me sound weak, but I don't care what you think," I continue, giving up on the smudged notes I made earlier. It's not like I need them: I know exactly what I want to say and it isn't going to make a difference whether or not I read the illegible scrawls. "I will miss my Dad every single day. He is the man I always aspired to be and will continue to attempt to reach, though it seems ever more unlikely every day… many of you were friends with him; you know what kind of a person he was. He laughed, he smiled, he lived life to the max and I intend to do the same, to honour my father," I continue, unable to hold the tears back now.

I nod towards the vicar to indicate I'm finished before backing away from the podium. My gaze catches upon the corpse of my father, dressed in his business clothes; he always hated putting them on in the morning because it meant that 'he had to leave us behind', he had to go to work.

I regret now not asking my Dad more questions that I thought I would have all the time in the world to ask; how did he and my Mom meet; how did he know he was in love with her; why did he want children in Morganville? But those are only some of the reams of questions I wanted to ask him, I want to ask him. He's dead now and I… I can't ask him.

My eyes linger on his face, the face which is so damn similar to mine. My Mom would call us 'peas in a pod' when we laughed at the same time; I know I'm going to look just like he does right now when I reach his age and it hurts my heart more than anything to admit it. I know he'll live on through me, his only child, but… it hurts that I will never see him again.

I'm sixteen now and I hate Morganville. I hate the figure of the person who locks us up here every single day, not allowing us to leave without 'permission'. I want to be able to travel the world, to be able to get out of this hellhole which contains so many painful memories of my Father now. I want to be able to get out and to travel the world, to meet a nice girl who I can fall in love with and marry without having to worry about vampires because they're all in Morganville.

I want to be me.

I don't know who this Founder is at this age in my life, but I know that I hate her for doing this to us. I know that I hate the way she has all the power in the situation, that she allows her people to do whatever they damned please whilst we have to live in constant fear.

I sit down in the front pew with my Mom, just as the vicar announces it is time for us to pay our respects to the coffin I just walked past. I go first, to help my Mother through it, and step up to the inanimate corpse of the man who raised me to be who I am today.

"Bye, Dad," I whisper, kissing his forehead softly before walking past. His hair is the same shade as mine, but just with flecks of grey in it. I'm going to look like this sometime in the future… just hopefully not dead at this time.

I wish that I had considered his appearance more when he was alive. I wish that I had thought about how he looked rather than just taking no notice because I was so used to him being around. I wish… I wish so damned much and I can't do anything about any of it!

Though it wasn't their fault, there is only one thing I want to do right now. I want to kill a vampire. I want to feel it dying because of me and this scares me. I'm not normally so violent. But… but my Dad died and for those damned creatures, they don't care: all they're bothered about is the lack of blood donations to the damned Blood Bank.

I walk through the church with my Mom, taking her to wait outside for the coffin to be carried through. I want to never take her for granted now, since I lost Dad. I never want to be able to say that I lost two parents and knew nothing about their lives for ignorance regarding death.

After all, we're in Morganville. We could all die anytime.

And there is nothing we can do about it.

Wow, that was quite depressing

We know nothing about Mr Glass, just that both Sam's parents were dead by the time he and Melinda married.

Idk if this is like an actual funeral because, even though loads of people have died in my family including my Grandad last year, my Mum and Dad wouldn't let me go to the funerals.

And I don't know the layout of a church either: RE has left my mind!

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Happy times next, me thinks!

Vicky xx