Chapter 4
The funeral was the hardest day ever. It was a realization that Eric Aaron James, my boyfriend of 3 years was never coming home. My parents were at the funeral. The other people at the funeral had to stand (excluding Artie). Mr and Mrs. James had Puck, Finn and I sit with them. There were two American flags on Eric's coffin. I got one and Eric's parents got the other. When the funeral was over, I couldn't get up. Artie saw that I couldn't. He told the boys to go their girlfriends. Artie stayed with me.
"It just hit me," I finally said. "Eric is never coming home is he?"
Artie shook his head.
"In grade six, he helped me get my books into my locker," Artie said.
I smiled through my tears. Artie took my hand and smiled back. I got up and my legs decided to give out on me. Artie called me in his lap and wheeled us to our friends. Finn picked me up and put me in the car. We all drove to the school. When we got there, I tried to get out. My legs gave out again Finn caught me.
"Get on my back," Finn said.
Puck helped me onto Finn's back.
"Good thing I am wearing pants instead of a skirt," I said.
I made everyone laugh.
We all made it to the choir room. I sat down in a chair. I was getting the evil eye from Rachel. It's not like I was going to Finn away from here. Quinn is not like that with Puck. Quinn is one of my best girlfriends. I just lost my boyfriend. How could I think of another relationship?