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she stood above the casket with rage. she didn't want to be here. she didn't like funerals let alone her best friend's funeral, which made her feel like crap. she couldn't help but let the tears roll down her eyes. " you promised me you'd be here for me whenever i needed you! and i need you now more than ever.. you lied. you lied" she whispered.
she stared at the teacher, rage in her eyes. "NO" she replied . the teacher kept her finger pointed to the corner that Mary hated "i said you get time out! now go" "NO!!" Mary repeated this time a little more angry than the last five times. she wasn't going to listen to anyone that wasn't her mommy.
she sits alone in the corner, tears in her eyes blade in her had. the colorful walls seem to mock her. reminding her that she could never be as bright as them. she cries.. she whispers "i can't go on like this" with a last tear in her eye she stands up. walks into the kitchen .. all the walls so colorful, she goes to where the knives are and picks them up, she cries why couldn't anyone love her? be there for her? hug her? why'd they have to replace her? when she would've done anything for a simple 'hello'...