Chapter Three

I woke up to the evil sun shining bright as ever through my bedroom. Sure, I could get mad, I could even throw a fit, but I have to get up anyways. The wake is in a couple of hours and right after is the burial. Joy. I stood up and stared in the mirror for a couple of minutes. I look like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer with my stuffy nose. My throats really starting to burn more and nothing really comes out when I try to speak. Just great; I'm supposed to be giving the eulogy. Hope no one minds not being able to hear and understand it. I grabbed my black dress out of the closet and put it on. It fits better than when I first bought it; I guess I lost some weight since I've been sick. Oh well. I slipped on my mother's pearl necklace; I always loved wearing this thing, but now it seems like I love it even more.

"Faith" My aunt was already knocking on my door. Do they think I'm dumb enough to oversleep and miss my own mother's funeral? Bet not as dumb as I think they are.

"I'm awake" I snarled. Today was definitely NOT the day to mess around with me.

"Alright" Finally; it was about time she took a hint. She walked away from my door and I finished getting ready. I put on a little make up; after all, I didn't want to look like a complete disaster. People would be staring at me enough because it was my mom's funeral. I don't need them thinking I'm some kind of walking disease. I walked out of my room and into the kitchen.

"Want breakfast?" My uncle looked at me with a smile on his face and a kiss the cook apron. Now, I could have turned and ran the other way, but that would take the fun out of everything. The food smelled horrible and I was going to use this to my advantage.

"That's food you're cooking? Smells more like road kill…"

"Hey! It's not that bad" He tried to argue. One thing you should know about me… never, I mean never, try to argue. I win. It's written somewhere in that big book of laws our country has.

"Smells horrid" he looked at me like he wanted to kill me. Ha-ha, I just love getting under people's skin. It's one of my best qualities.

"You're eating it" He glared at me and fixed everyone a dish, making mine the biggest. I know just how to handle this situation.

"Here scout…come here boy" My little dog ran in and I put my dish on the floor beside him. It took a couple minutes, but he ate it all. Hah! Take that and shove it where the sun doesn't shine!

"Faith!" I'm not a dog. I don't come when I'm called.

"Scout wants the bill" I didn't bother excusing myself from the table, I just left. I've come to find out that relatives and I just don't mix… especially the ignorant ones.

The wake was just 30 minutes away. Cars were pulling up to take my mother's family and friends to the funeral house, and, for some reason, my aunt and uncle were under the assumption I would be riding with them. Where they got a thought like that, I couldn't tell you. I grabbed the keys to my SUV and twirled them around my finger.

"I really don't think you should be driving. Not now" My aunt gave me a worried look, one that I would of course, disregard. I really am cold hearted.

"I really don't care what you think" I slipped on my heal and walked out the front door.

"Faith, wait up" My uncle walked out after me. I hate when people walk out after me; I want to be left alone, is that so hard to see?

"Can't" I walked faster and got into my car. If you walk after me, I might just have to do some bodily harm. He sighed, and he walked away. Good boy.

Driving during these times may not be a wise decision. I've found grieving individuals, particularly myself, to be aggressive drivers; well, more so than usual. When people honk, feel free to honk back. And, when nothing else works, feel free to use what god gave you. The middle of my five fingers shot proudly in the air outside the window. See if that shuts you up. Ass.