Ghost Town Journal Entry
Ghost Town
Chapter One: A Funeral Is No Place For Fun And Games
The day my mother died wasn’t gloomy nor was it cheerful, to be honest it was kind of boring. When I found out, I didn’t cry, I wasn’t sad, I was kind of neutral on it. She killed herself in the first floor bathtub, I found her. When I saw her I didn’t react at first, then I started panicking, mostly because I didn’t know what to do. You see, I’ve never had to deal with a dead body before. Luckily I decided to call the police and they took care of it.
I didn’t see my mother much, she left when I was a baby. I was living with my dad until he got cancer. He had bone cancer, it was terminal. He didn’t last long after we found out, he lasted two months and twelve days to be exact. That was two years ago. Since then I’ve been living with my grandparents on my dad’s side. Unfortunately they’ve gotten far too sick and too old to take care of me. That’s how I ended up with my mom. …show more content…
Honestly I don’t know why I had to go, I hardly knew her. Until my aunt comes I’m living with an elderly couple who volunteered to host me. Their names were Mr. and Mrs. Wallace, they were nice. For one I could actually get along with them, plus they could also put up with my pissy attitude. Even though I only met them a few days ago, they feel like my best friends. I was sad that I was going have to say goodbye.
Mrs. Wallace helped me get ready for the funeral. How does one prepare for a funeral for a person they didn’t care for? Luckily Mrs. Wallace had bought me a black dress earlier today, so I didn’t have to worry about wearing something appropriate for the occasion.
I never felt the need to wear makeup, so I didn’t. I didn’t have any formal shoes to wear so I stuck to my converse. Not very appropriate, but they’re pretty comfy.
Honestly, I was dreading this funeral. It would be by official goodbye to the Wallace household plus it would remind me of my dad’s
Chapter One: A Funeral Is No Place For Fun And Games
The day my mother died wasn’t gloomy nor was it cheerful, to be honest it was kind of boring. When I found out, I didn’t cry, I wasn’t sad, I was kind of neutral on it. She killed herself in the first floor bathtub, I found her. When I saw her I didn’t react at first, then I started panicking, mostly because I didn’t know what to do. You see, I’ve never had to deal with a dead body before. Luckily I decided to call the police and they took care of it.
I didn’t see my mother much, she left when I was a baby. I was living with my dad until he got cancer. He had bone cancer, it was terminal. He didn’t last long after we found out, he lasted two months and twelve days to be exact. That was two years ago. Since then I’ve been living with my grandparents on my dad’s side. Unfortunately they’ve gotten far too sick and too old to take care of me. That’s how I ended up with my mom. …show more content…
Honestly I don’t know why I had to go, I hardly knew her. Until my aunt comes I’m living with an elderly couple who volunteered to host me. Their names were Mr. and Mrs. Wallace, they were nice. For one I could actually get along with them, plus they could also put up with my pissy attitude. Even though I only met them a few days ago, they feel like my best friends. I was sad that I was going have to say goodbye.
Mrs. Wallace helped me get ready for the funeral. How does one prepare for a funeral for a person they didn’t care for? Luckily Mrs. Wallace had bought me a black dress earlier today, so I didn’t have to worry about wearing something appropriate for the occasion.
I never felt the need to wear makeup, so I didn’t. I didn’t have any formal shoes to wear so I stuck to my converse. Not very appropriate, but they’re pretty comfy.
Honestly, I was dreading this funeral. It would be by official goodbye to the Wallace household plus it would remind me of my dad’s