i attended many............. imagine the one most important person to you had died. that's the worst and not being able to cry at the funeral and be in denial about it all. i wanted to sing at the funeral and they were calling people to come up, but i said naw because my grandma was in tears and needed someone nearby her. Funerals are where people learn to accept the fact that someone involved in their life in someway has died. It will never be a happy moment for anyone.

This one girl at my old middle school had died. She had a anuerism (however you spell it), her brain was bleeding from the inside out. She bumped into me one day (she was a real skinny, short white girl). And she was like i'm sooo sorry, i was like naw it's cool you know. Then she hurried along to class. That was the last time i came in contact with her at school. She told her closest friends that she had demons following her everywhere she went. And my friend, this white girl, Tiffany tried to beat her up a while ago and i was telling her to leave that lil girl alone. She seem like she had troubles and what not. One day, Kristie was in one of her classes and she asked to go to the bathroom, she told her teacher she needed to go to the bathroom. She went to the bathroom not too far from my class on the opposite end of the hallway and her head was bleeding and someone from my class found her lying on the floor in her own blood. They had a helicopter come rush her to a hospital. I'll never forget that day. Tiffany came into my class and she was like i need to talk to you at this moment everyone didn't know what happened at the time. I just walked out while my teacher was talking and she was like remember that little short girl i wanted to beat up, i was like Kristie? she was like yeah.. i was like please tell me you didn't beat the shit outta her. She was like naw, she got rushed to the hospital and Tiffany was studdering and couldn't talk right.. her eyes just got watery and i told her to sit down and tell me what happened. Tiff's like i can't naw i can't believe it, i feel guilty. Next thing i know they said it on the intercom, the principal said what happened.

The day of her funeral, i refused to go because Kristie was an abused child by her parents. And i couldn't bare to sit in a funeral with somebody that call themselves a parent and beat the shit outta their daughter which very well could have contributed to her death. I heard the funeral turned real ugly. Everyone started blaming the mom and dad. They said the parents had no remorse for her. I was like glad i didn't come because i woulda gotten kicked out anyways for speaking my mind. but all in all, i hope Kristie rest in peace and the way i look at it is that she no longer has demons following her.

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