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Chapter 6: NO! I'm not Emo! Part 2

"Listen to me. You are NOT the reason he's dead. Don't you ever say that again OK?" he yelled.

I simply nodded, taken aback by the sudden fierceness that I didn't know my brother even possessed. We cried together the rest of the night and I woke up curled up at the bottom of his bed while he was curled up at the top. Then I saw Max on the floor and I remembered when he came in last night and we all cried together. I then softly giggled because that means that Max fell of the bed. Typical.

The next day, I woke up, ready for school. The whole "Nalex Day" thing really helped a lot. I went down to breakfast and immediately felt a pang in my heart when I didn't see Dad at the kitchen table. I took a deep breath and sat down. It was a pretty awkward breakfast because everyone had noticed how strange it felt without any of Dad's jokes or stories that we usually heard in the mornings. I got up from the table and ran to my room to put on my shoes. I grabbed some low top navy converse that went with my navy v-neck and black skinny jeans. I immediately stopped and dropped the shoes when I remembered all of the memories with my Dad in these shoes. I may be strong, but I couldn't handle that yet. Instead, I grabbed some navy and white checkered high top Vans.

When I got to school, Miley ran and gave me a hug. I hadn't seen her all weekend because I basically stayed in my house and mourned.

"I'm so sorry." she said quietly, knowing I wouldn't want anyone to figure out and pity me.

I gave her a weak smile and just hugged her. Miley's such an awesome friend.

Mitchie then walked over and she looked a mess. I guess she took it pretty hard too. She noticed the way I looked at her and began to speak.

"I loved him so much too." she said and a tear trickled down her face. A tear then came down my face too then. Miley pulled us into a group hug and I felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around me. Shane.

I turned into him and gave him a quick hug. Shane kissed the top of my head and I smiled a sad smile, remembering the times my own father did that to me; even when I didn't deserve it. Then the first period bell rang. I sighed and walked into class. Nate smiled at me and I forgot everything. I smiled back for a split second but realized that I still wasn't over him. It was time to go back to Plan A, and ignore him. I looked away quickly and avoided him for the rest of the day.

2 weeks later

Today was my Dad's funeral. I refuse to go. That would mean It would be the final goodbye and I refuse to say goodbye.

"Honey, can you please come? Please? " my Mom pleaded but I just shook my head. She tried again but soon had to leave and then I was alone.

I sat around for awhile when I got a text from Shane. I thought he would be at the funeral.

I know you don't want

to say the final

goodbye but he's

leaving anyway so don't

you want to do the respectful

thing and tell him bye and

that you loved him?

so those would be your last

words to him?

-Nate

ps: shane forgot his phone

at home =]

I sat there for a moment taking in what he said. I understood what he meant completely. I sighed and began to get dressed.

I put on some black fishnets, a black sparkly tutu, black combat boots, a black v-neck, and black arm warmers. I then applied heavy black eye shadow and bright red lipstick. I straightened my hair and pulled it all back into a high ponytail. I walked out of the house and proceeded to the church where the funeral was to be held. I saw a few little girls gawking at me and some older ones staring and then snickering. I then walked over to them and they froze.

"No. I'm NOT Emo!" I simply said and walked away, leaving them speechless.

I finally reached the church and I opened the big doors as Harper got off the stage?

"Would anybody else like to say something about Jerry Russo?" the preacher asked.

"I would." I spoke loudly and my voice rang through the church. I was getting all kinds of look from people but I saw some proud faces too. I marched down the aisle and to the stage. I adjusted the microphone, took a deep breath, and started speaking.

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