Chapter 13!! Are you exited?? Well here you go. Enjoy and like always, please review. I hope you like it.
She was six years old, standing on the cold ground next to his coffin. She kept looking at her mother who had her eyes closed and tears streaming down her face. Her coat was pulled tight around her body, as though if she didn't hold on she might fall apart. She turned her head back and looked around at all the other black-clad mourners some just staring emptily at the wooden coffin but some were crying. She wasn't doing either and she started to feel awkward. She looked down at the coffin sitting just above the dark hold in the ground. She wondered what would happen once he was down there; it didn't look inviting. She looked up and noticed that the preacher had stopped talking and everyone was moving around to the side of the coffin, placing flowers on top. She looked over at her mother who now had her eyes open. They were a beautiful blue, like the sky, Amy thought. She watched as they lowered the coffin into the ground until it wasn't visible anymore and her mother grabbed her hand, squeezing it lightly then standing up and retreating out of the cemetery, to where their car was waiting.
Amy knew that her mother thought she didn't understand what it meant when she said, "Sweetie, daddy's gone." But she did. He had died that day a week ago in the car crash. When the drunken man had hit him. She knew that her mother thought that she didn't cry because she didn't understand, but she didn't cry because he had told her not to cry, to be strong.
She felt a hand enclose around hers and she looked over to see her best friend. Greg Sanders was taller than her and she had a crush on him; but she wouldn't ever tell him or anyone else. She thought he was cute with his longish brown hair running over his eyebrows. When you first saw him, you would have thought he was one of those baseball kids. Amy knew better: he was into science--always experimenting.
"Amy, your mom's waiting," He looked down at her with kind eyes "and maybe tonight, you can have dinner at my house. I'll ask my mom. Ok?"
She nodded and with her hand in his, they turned and walked away from the cemetery. And away from the place her dad would lay forever.
Ok very short, I can't deny that, but this was a little flashback of Amy's dad's funeral and you kind of get a little background on what Amy thought of Greg. But don't worry, I'm working on the next chapter, but you have to tell me what you think of this one. I want to thank N1kki1984 for adding me to their Favorite Story, Story Alert, as well as adding me as Favorite Author. Many thanks! Also, thank you to FiveForFighting09 for adding me to their Story Alert list. I hope ya'll enjoyed this.