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And Lay as Though She SmiledI died of cholera in the third grade. My best friend Alice Hathaway presided over my funeral.And Lay as Though She Smiled by mrsvelvetears
Lying in the school soccer field, holding a bouquet of dandelions, my cheeks rubbed with pollen, yellow and sickly, I asked Alice to give my eulogy.
Neither of us had ever gone to a funeral, but somehow I knew more.
"My eulogy. Say nice things about me. Since I'm dead."
She hesitated. "Elaine was really nice. I wish she hadn't died. And I hope she goes to Heaven."
"Are you done?"
"Okay, now's when you bury me."
Alice ripped grass from the field and poured it over me. I smiled as it fell into my mouth.
"Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust," I chanted.
In kindergarten I learned about nothing. At recess, on the playground, if I concentrated long enough on nothing I began to see nothing. I began to hear nothing.
In the first grade I discovered nothing smelled exceedingly good. In attempting to describe that smell to my parents I always failed. No, not a sweet smell, no
Ok, so I'm not actually a skinny goth/pirate. |
But the only difference between who I am and who I want to be is time.
Current Residence: Sofa
Favourite genre of music: Metal, Classical
Favourite style of art: Good
Operating System: Windows Vista... no! I have 7 now!
MP3 player of choice: Stuff Jack... my new love is Laurence!
Wallpaper of choice: I always think the reddy innocent and the creamy one go lovely together.
Skin of choice: Intact? *worried*
Favourite cartoon character: Can I say Link again? If not, erm... Butterfree!
Personal Quote: Bah.