A Chapter by MjSfAn1996

Author: MjSfAn1996
Created: October 07, 2011 at 09:27 pm
Upload Type: Chapter, G (All)  
Category: Romance | Suspense | Sad
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Story Of My Life

Well.......Yeah. Here I am again. Ugh. You may think my life might be perfect just because of who I am, but guess what. IT'S NOT! I enjoy it somewhat, but... in some ways I don't. I don't get privacy. You know?

I got interrupted by a knock at my door. I closed my notebook and set it on my dresser. I heaved myself out of bed, reaching into my pocket and pausing the song. I forced open the door in annoyance. My brown hair was probably a mess, considering I just woke up. "What?" I asked as my brother stood there, stuffing one hand in his pocket and holding his phone. "Phone call." He said, handing it to me. I sighed and took the phone. He walked away as I shut the door. I traveled the short distance to my bed, which was covered with a red and black comforter. I sat down on the bed. "Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Paris." My best friend, Hannah, said. "Hey. What's up?" I asked, glad that I had someone to talk to besides my family. "Sitting here with Ricki." Hannah said. "Hi, Paris!" I heard my other friend say. I rolled my eyes. "What are you two weirdos doing up this early?" I asked. "What do you think? Prank calling Ricki's boyfriend! Duh!" Hannah laughed. I laughed. "Wow. Are you guys really that mean?" I asked, laying back onto my pillow. "Yeah! You should know this! What about you, string bean?" She asked. "Same thing I've been doing for the past two days. Preparing my speech." I said with a sigh. "Oh. Any updates?" Ricki asked. "Yeah. Takes place on July 6th. Apparently because of who she was it's going to be on TV." I said in annoyance. "That's not right!" Hannah exclaimed. "There's nothing we can do. They did the same thing with dad's." I said.

"It's still not right." Ricki said. "Like I said, I can't do anything about it. Not my aunts. Not my uncles. Nobody can." I heard yelling in the background. "Okay! Gosh, Austin! Well, we gotta go. My brother wants us to help him do the chores." Ricki sighed. "See you guys on the 6th?" I asked hopefully. "We'll be there." Ricki said and hung up. I sighed and put on my glasses. I walked down the stairs and handed the phone to my grandma, who was making breakfast. "Do you want some help?" I asked, lightly putting my hand on my grandma's shoulder. "I've got it. I'm almost done." She said. I sighed and walked to the dining room. "Gosh. You look horrible." My older brother said. I shot him a look that said Don't mess with me. I'm not in the mood. "Sorry." He mumbled under his breath.

"Are you okay, Parry?" My younger brother asked, moving his long black hair from his face. I smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thanks." I said, giving him a hug. I sat down and ate a little of my breakfast. "You sure you're okay? You haven't eaten much." My grandmother said. "I'm fine." I said. My grandmother stared at me. "It's just so......different." I said. "What do you mean?" My grandmother asked. I sighed. "Well, I used to be able to wake up without wishing I was still asleep. Without refraining myself from going downstairs. I used to wake up and mom and dad would be in the kitchen, dad whistling a new song he was working on, mom whistling a song she was working on and cooking breakfast...Chris sitting at the table....it's just all......different." I said. My grandma walked over and hugged me. "It's okay." She said. "How's it okay? I won't see them ever again." I said, tears forming in my eyes.

"Paris, honey..." My grandma tried to say. "Just forget it." I said, standing up and running back up the stairs. I shut my door and sighed, still crying. I sat on my bed and laid on my stomach, facing the wall closest to my head. I reached over and grabbed my key from my dresser. I reached through the bars and unlocked the secret door to a small storing closet for my guitars my uncle built for me. I grabbed my lucky autographed red and black guitar and set it next to me. I locked the door again and replaced the key in my dresser. I sat up and strummed lightly on my guitar, playing a song my mom started but never finished. I decided to finish up the song, so I grabbed the notebook filled with mine, my mom, and my dad's songs. I flipped to the unfinished song and started playing it, lowly singing the lyrics. I finally finished the song not long after. I smiled, feeling accomplished.

The morning of July 6th came. I put on a black dress, brushed out my brown hair, and grabbed my guitar, walking down the stairs. "You ready?" My grandmother asked. I nodded sadly and tightened my grip on my guitar. We drove to the arena, where the funeral was to be held. There were TV cameras everywhere and people were all over the arena. Why do they treat their funerals like their concerts? Selling out tickets and seats just to see a dead celebrity. Pathetic. I thought to myself angrily. Me and my family filed into the first row. I sat there, staring angrily at the back of a camera man's head. "Planning to burn a hole in the back of his head?" My oldest brother, Joshua, asked. "Shut up." I snapped. I looked at him with apologetic eyes. I didn't mean to snap at him. I was just....I didn't know. I was feeling many emotions at once. Anger. Confusion. Sadness. Joshua just squeezed my hand then looked forward at the stage.

"Welcome, one and all. This day, we are celebrating the life of Brooklynne Wagner, who passed away on June 25, 2011 at 11:30 at the age of 50. Granddaughter, daughter, niece, cousin, sister, wife, sister-in-law, mother, granddaughter, pop star. First speaker of the day, Brooklynne's oldest brother, Paul Wagner." The announcer said. It was silent as my brother walked up the stage stairs and to the microphone. I could tell he was slightly ticked. A while later, they called me up to the stage. I was overwhelmed while looking at mom's coffin. Black and covered with red roses....just what she wanted. I talked for a while then sang the song I finished. Later, I sadly watched as they burried my mother. I already lost my brother and my father. Now my mother. What's going to happen next?

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Author Notes

I'm sorry for the short ending. I couldn't think of anything.

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Comments & Reviews

October 08, 2011
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That was sad. I can see how anyone who had to face that kind of publicity just after their family member's funeral would feel. I enjoyed reading the story, but I'm still a little confused as to the plot. But that'd be clearer the second time I read it, I guess. And there's no need to provide too many details of every action.

Keep writing!!
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