Here's the second chapter, guys! I hope you like it!
Briiiiing!
The school bell rang and teens poured out of the classroom doors. It was free-period, practically the only "class" that all kids loved. Troy made his way to the locker room, the gray of the lockers not helping his mood, changing into his jersey and shorts. They didn't have basketball this period, his dad was busy, plus most of the teammates had things that needed to be done, for instance, come up with an idea that was due that day for the science fair in October.
Troy knew he should be doing this as well, but his heart wasn't into homework, or thinking about anything, at the time. He was sure he could think up something last-minute.
Troy walked out of the boys locker room and stood in the middle of the basketball court. He started throwing balls at the net, not one making it in. Most hit the blackboard, but one went way above it and into the stands.
Wearily he went over to the benches and sat down, forgetting about the ball for the moment.
His mind was busy with the funeral memories of last night. They had dressed in black and went to the Gate of Heaven Cemetery (A/N I didn't make this up), where Troy's mother laid red roses on the grave.
The grave stone read:
"Here lies Sarah Joy Bolton
1993-2003
Sister, Daughter, Friend
May her young soul rest in peace"
His mother had said at the first funeral "May her young soul rest in peace" and 13-year-old Troy had demanded it be put on the stone, even if he had to pay for the letters himself.
The day before, Sunday, at the 5th funeral, the family still had fresh tears to shed. Troy's eyes had been red and puffy that night, but thankfully they were normal Monday morning.
He was startled from his thoughts when someone asked, "Thinking of her, huh?"
Troy looked up to see his black friend, Chad, who sat down next to him. Chad and Troy were best friends and had known each other from birth, therefore Chad knew about Sarah.
"Man, you've got to get over it. It wasn't your fault. And Sarah wouldn't want you remembering her like this." Chad told him.
Troy nodded, the familiar feeling of his throat closing greeting him. "I know, but it just seems like if I hadn't told her to get away, she wouldn't have gone closer." He would have kept talking, but his eyes wandered to the large clock in the back of the room.
Troy jumped up, and waved at Chad as ran to the locker room, changed back into his jeans and t-shirt, grabbed his books, and was heading to his next class as the first bell rang.
Troy headed into History, and, throughout the whole class, didn't once raise his hand, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.
Sorry for the slightly boring chapter. I thought I'd give a bit more of the background before writing real drama. If I receive enough reviews (just 3 will work) I'll post another chapter today! If not, I'll surely post another one tomorrow :)
A review I had said the chapter could be longer and there could be more description, so I added a bit to it (:
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