Chapter 6: That Long Day

Everything actually went well at the mall, that is until we passed by "A little gamey"

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Newt got all distracted and pulled me into the line.

I told him we had a deadline to get back to the house because he had that stupid concert.

We were actually probably okay on time, I had already gotten three casual outfits, a pair of slip on sneakers, and a pair of silver high heels. I still needed a dress, but he decided to join the line of morons.

He kept saying, "Man I forgot this came out today, I need to call Cory."

The last time he said that I lost it, "Then call the boy already! We have things we have to do!"

He stared at me and picked up his phone. I told him I'd meet him back here in about twenty minutes.

He did that stupid hand flippy thing. The whole, "Go on, I'm talking to someone" thing.

I rolled my eyes and went on. After what seemed like forever I found a simple black dress, very similar to the one I wore the first day I met Newt. But of course, it was a lot bigger and it wasn't as poofy.

I went back to A little gamey to find Newt and Cory talking and sitting on a bench.

Thankfully they had bags in their hands so they must have gotten that stupid game.

"Cory! Meet my new mall buddy!" he said, gesturing towards me

I smiled awkwardly and waved.

"Nice to know I've been replaced by Rebel." Cory said

"Thanks Baxter." I said

We soon exited the mall, separately of course, since Baxter had to go and get ready for the gig and Newt had to pack up his guitar and I just had to get ready.

We went back to the house and Mrs. Livingston told me all the details about my mom's funeral, saying that it's going to be Monday at four thirty and that I needed to deliver the eulogy.

I knew I had to do it, but I didn't want to, it was scary, sure I loved my mom and missed her and all, but getting up in front of all those people after some of them watched the destruction that lead to this, it wasn't my idea of a daughter's duties. She also asked me if I wanted to anything special. I told her I'd think about it.

I got ready for the show, putting on a pink and orange striped polo, jeans, and those white and pink sneakers.

I entered the familiar building known as "The Liberry". I had been there many times, it was kind of like the school's hangout when we couldn't go to the quad when it was the weekend or a holiday.

"What's up you guys! We are DC3!" Meena exclaimed

Newt began to play the chords on the guitar as Cory brought up the beat.

"I wanna be more than friends, yeah…" Meena sang happily

I watched them perform. They were pretty good, I hated to admit it. Sure, I had seen them before, but that was after the whole "Pirate party, Juicer" incident, so needless to say, no one was really with it at that point.

For the next song, Meena and Newt rotated.

"He sings?" I thought

Two and two didn't fit in this case. I could never picture that boy being able to carry a tune. Boy was I wrong.

He sounded a bit like Kevin from the Jonas Brothers. They weren't even singing a Jonas Brothers song either, so that's not what drove the JoBros thing.

"Pop Princess, hold my hand, pop princess, I'm a fan, pop princess, I need you now, freak me out, turn me upside down."

I smiled up at the rocker boy. He was kind of dorky at times, but again he was cute. Again, I came to a screeching hault. I didn't admit he was cute. I didn't. I couldn't. I wouldn't.

As I continued to watch DC3 perform, I got an idea, I knew what I wanted to do for my mom's funeral.

Later that night, Me and Newt were sitting on the bed the room I was staying in, with money covering the middle of the bed.

My count was fifty-three dollars and seventy two cents.

He told me his was thirty bucks and forty three cents.

We, meaning I, added up the total was somewhere near $104.13

I took ten bucks from the total and gave it to Newt.

"Here, your band helped me get the money for my mom's funeral, the least I can do is give you part of it back." I said

"No." he said, "I can't take that you need it."

I "agreed" with him temporarily that is, until he'd find this money on his nightstand in his room.

"By the way," I started, "Would you be interested in helping me, um, I know you can play guitar, and I was wondering, for my mom's funeral, if I sang, would you play "Miss You" by Miley Cyrus."

"You want to sing?" he said

I felt my cheeks turn hot, I knew I was blushing, he obviously did too, because he was smiling like an idiot.

I felt like an idiot, asking this guy to play backup for me, I hadn't sang in public since the whole "Hairspray" incident back in sixth grade.

Let me tell you a bit about this incident. We were doing "Hairspray" for community theatre, I was playing Amber von Tussle, and during "Ladies Choice", which unless you are Link Larkin, is an only dance number. I was doing a part in the second chorus and I had to turn, and ran into the person next to me and fell in the floor. Then I got up and picked up where I left off but when I had to sing later, I flubbed the words all up. It was second night and thankfully there was only one left.

Needless to say, I wasn't to hot on this idea either.

When he left I tried to whisper sing some of the words, I wasn't terrible, but I wasn't Kelly Clarkson by any means.

The next day was nearly as dragging as the previous. My aunt Caitlyn came in to town.

She was an emotional train wreck, as predicted and I had to deal with her.

Then to add to that, fifteen other relatives show up at the Livingston's.

All of which were dressed like they had came from Beverly Hills and had won and Oscar or something.

Newt looked as if he had never seen so many people in black sparkles and black suits in his life.

By 7:30 all of them had left and checked into a hotel, thank God, and I laid out my dress for the funeral day after tomorrow.

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I know, Rebel seems as if she's okay, but she's going to break in a little while. She'll soon realize that she can only keep a mask on for a little while before it begins to suffocate her.

By the way, I'd be really interested to know which actress you were picturing Rebel as. For some strange reason, I've been picturing her the whole time as a glam-ed up Emily Osment. What about 'yall????

Upcoming chapters deal with self mutilation/destruction, physical fighting, and the child legal system.