Okay so, I'm really sorry this took so long. I had writers block for this story for a while. But now that I think I know how I'm gonna end it, updates should be faster now. Also you probably know this if you've seen Rent, but I didn't write what Mimi says at the end, it's from Rent. Thats probably obvious but I'll say it anyway. Anyway sorry this took so long. I hope you like it!
There are a lot less people than I thought there would be. I would've thought that the seats would be completely filled. Angel was the sort of person who made friends with almost anyone she met. Whenever someone was upset or in trouble she would always try to help, even if it was a total stranger. But most of those people aren't even here. That doesn't seem right.
The funeral starts and I close my eyes. This is too hard. I don't want to think about how Angel's gone and I'm never going to see her again. I just want to go home, lie in my bed, and cry. I open my eyes, and start looking through my bag, just to look anywhere except the front of the room. There's not much in it, but almost everything I find reminds me of Angel. There are a few lipsticks, which I borrowed from her, the blue nail polish, which she'd told me that she wanted me to have after I did her nails that day, and the hairbrush that she would always brush my hair with.
It's like I'm looking for things that remind me of her! I close my bag and let my eyes wander towards the window. I can see tree branches outside, and some leaves falling. It's fall. Angel loved the fall. She used to point out all the pretty colors of the trees, and try to catch the leaves as they fell. She used to say that she also loved the feeling of the early fall, when people would put Halloween costumes and decorations in their store windows. She said it always made her excited for Halloween. It was her favorite holiday.
She almost made it to Halloween this year. But she wouldn't have been able to really celebrate it anyway. In the last few days she could barely sit up. She died two days before Halloween, which means today is Halloween. I can't believe I'm just realizing that now. The day of her funeral is her favorite holiday.
I'd never really cared that much about Halloween before I met Angel. I went trick-or-treating when I was younger, but as I got older I lost interest.
The first Halloween that I knew Angel, I was in my apartment, making tea. I had been working a lot of extra shifts and was planning on doing nothing for Halloween because I was tired.
Just as the water for the tea started to boil, Angel burst into the apartment, wearing a brightly colored outfit. She startled me and made me scream and almost knock over the tea.
"Sorry." She said once I had calmed down. "I didn't mean to scare you. I'm just excited." She was still hopping around the room, which I didn't know was possible considering the very high heels she was wearing.
"For what?" I asked. She looked at me like I was insane.
"For Halloween! What else?!" I had honesty almost completely forgotten that it was Halloween, and was not really expecting Angel to be that excited about it. Now that I think about it, I don't know why I thought that. Angel was definitely the kind of person who would love Halloween.
"Is that why you're dressed like that?" I motioned to her colorful outfit and she nodded. "What are you supposed to be?" She was wearing a silver sparkly skirt, a multicolored top that looked like it had feathers on it, a long purple wig, and a pair of huge, pink, six inch heels.
"Well," she said, "I wasn't really sure what I wanted to be this year, so I chose the craziest outfit I could find." She twirled around, causing her skirt to flow around her. I laughed. That was one of my favorite things about Angel. She was the most fun and creative person I'd ever met. She stopped twirling and looked at me. "So what are you gonna be?" She asked excitedly.
"I wasn't gonna dress up. I haven't since I was ten." She looked at me like I had six heads.
"What?!" She almost shouted. "Why not?" She didn't give me any time to answer before she dragged me into my bedroom and started looking through my closet. "You have to dress up on Halloween! It's the most fun holiday there is!"
And so we found the craziest combination of clothes I had in my closet, and went all around the city. There were more people dressed up on the streets than I expected. Angel ended up talking to one of them and getting us invited to a Halloween party. It was easily one of the best nights of my life.
"So why do you love Halloween so much?" I asked as we walked home around 4:00 in the morning. She smiled and seemed to be thinking.
"Well," she said, "I never really thought about it. Maybe it's because you can wear whatever you want or be whatever you want. I think that's the best part. But this was the best Halloween yet." I smiled.
"Yeah," I said, "It definitely was."
And now it's the day of her funeral. That seems kind of fitting. And People are starting to go up and talk about her. I've decided that I should say something, so I walk up to the front of the room.
"Angel was one of my closest friends. It's right that it's Halloween, because it was her favorite holiday. I knew we'd hit it off from the moment we met. That skinhead was bothering her, and she said she was more of a man than he'd ever be, and more of a woman than he'd ever get."
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