Chapter 8
The church was packed.
I floated above everyone's heads, staring down at the sea of black clothes. People I didn't even know were crying. Teachers from school. Kids from my class. Even the mailman came.
My casket sat at the front. It was white with gold handles. Closed. They had to keep it closed ...
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