Sparks

I stand alone at my best friend’s funeral. People surrounded me; “We’re so sorry Katie”. The thing I kept hearing over and over again. My black poofy dress getting wet as the rain poured down, classic funeral. My mother came next to me as I stared at the sparks gravestone, her cold soft hand on my shoulder. “Katie I’m so sorry.” her voice whispered. My eyes shut as I sighed. No words were enough for spark’s mom to start crying again. I watched as everyone began to toss their roses onto the dirt where he was under. If throwing a rose was a final goodbye I didn’t want to throw mine. I watched everyone look at me once it was my turn. “Shoot,” my brain said. I slowly tossed my rose and watched it fall. Spark’s father stepped forward and took a deep breath. “Okay everyone, If it isn’t too much to ask, would everyone please pray and say their final goodbyes before leaving?” His voice was shaky.

I couldn’t even imagine what was going on in his head. Everybody lowered their heads and prayed I assume. I lowered mine and began to pray or whatever I wanted to say. “Sparky, I don’t know if you’re listening but if you are…” I paused, I couldn’t finish. Tears rolled down my face as I felt my mascara rub off. “ I miss ya spark. I’m sorry you had to go through this man. Have fun up in heaven for me will ya?” I looked up to see I was alone. I looked at his grave one last time and walked back into the building. Everybody gathered their things and began to walk out of the building, of course, they said something to sparky’s parents because if they didn’t that’d be rude of them. I grabbed my jacket and walked over to Sparky’s mom. “Oh, Katie,” she said, wrapping her arms around me. I couldn’t help but sniffle which turned into a cry. “Mrs. Whitlock, I’m sorry.” I cried. My mother and father came over to say their goodbyes and sorrows. My head was a yarn ball of thoughts. Once he and his mom let go I headed for the car. Before I opened the door I heard a voice. “Katie?” I turned around and saw Liam standing there. He was wearing a black hoodie and ripped jeans. “Liam, you’re here,” I said, whipping my dress off as if there was dirt on it. He sighed and looked at the ground. “ It took me a lot to come here.” his voice going soft. I understood it wasn’t easy for him to see his best friend dead. “Sparky didn’t deserve this,” I said with a little bit of anger in my voice. Liam looked at me with tearful eyes. As I looked at him I could see my parents walking toward us. “I’ll see ya tomorrow.” He said as he quickly walked past me. I opened the back door and got in. All I wanted to do was see sparks again, but I couldn’t. As my dad was driving my mom kept looking at me in the mirror. “ Andrew was such a nice boy.” She said as she adjusted her hat. I looked out the window. “Yeah, ma he was,” I said. I may not have seemed like it but I was crying on the inside. Sparks was gone, and my best friend was dead all because of some snotty bully. Once I found who this person was I am going to make them pay.