Diary Of A Funeral Narrative Essay

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August 3, 2016 Dear Diary, The worst part of the whole thing was the funeral. Maybe it was seeing her skin so pale when before she had the darkest tan in the school (which was probably a spray tan). Or maybe it was how her hair looked more red then the blonde which must've been the blood. But what it was probably the way the preacher made Zoey sound like an angel, but I know deep down that she deserved to die. I know it may sound rude to say my best friend deserved to die, but it’s true. She made everyone around her feel like strangling her. But nobody could express it. She would bully everyone but if anyone tried to get her back she went to the principal and told on them. I can't think of anyone who wouldn't want to put that bullet in her head. Even though she was mean, she was my best friend and even, though she was mean when you got to know her she was nice most of the time. Anyways as the funeral dragged on and on for what seemed like hours, I thought about how many people in here where glad she was dead. What I really needed was a …show more content…

I never told anyone about that night. And I never planned to. I mean since she was dead there was no sense in making her look bad to god. Although I am pretty sure god knows. Anyways, the funeral droned on for five hours, I mean she was my best friend but FIVE HOURS. When the funeral finally came to an end I went straight to Chanel to shop. You see when I get sad or angry or any other emotion I shop. Which was what I was planning to do when I saw Maria, the worst person on the face of the earth. “Hey Anastasia.” Maria said as she walked toward me wearing a lacey black dress that was a little tight for a funeral. “I didn’t see you after the funeral, so tragic, I mean I never thought that there was a killer on the Upper East Side.” She said with a smirk “ Well I always thought you would become one, but you would never want to get blood stains on your new coach bag.” I said with a faint smile.

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