August
"16 Summers gone," a teenage girl whispered, "just like that. Gone."
She backed away from the gravestone and looked it over. She sighed as she held all emotion back. He was only 17, only 2 years older than her. Yet there she stood looking at his gravestone wondering what he did wrong or what it was she did that caused that event. She couldn't help thinking there was something she could have done to stop it, but she was even near the place at the time. She was getting her well deserved vacation from the place she thought was hell.
"Hey, Emmy? You coming or what?" A tall boy with an odd brownish color hair called from over his shoulder a good distance away.
"Yes, Bry. I'll be right there," she shouted to her brother.
Ember and Bryant were as close as can be. They acted more like friends then brother and sister. It was kind of weird that way, but her parents thought it was good. Ember stood there looking at the only thing that remained of her friend, his parents. She closed her eyes and begged God not to let her cry.
"It shouldn't have been this way. We both know that. I wish that I would have been over at your house some of the times I was over at Cloue's," she whispered to the gravestone again, "but what do you do when life hands you a rock?"
She looked at the sky and shrugged her shoulders as the icy wind of pain blew across her face. The only definition of pain she knew before was a lost of a family member and now she had to add a lost of a great young friend. She smiled at her memories and walked off.
"No matter what you do or where you go, Ember, always remember that I'll be your friend and will consider you mine," she heard Kelvin whisper and turned to look at the grave site one more time.
"Hurry up, Ember," Bryant shouted at her.
"Alright," she shouted back and ran over to the car. 'Bye, My Friend,' She thought as she climbed into the car and leaned the seat back, 'until we meet again in a better place.'