Love At First Sight

16 year old Tiffany Gaines is living in her car while her parents are going through a divorce. As she walks home from school, she meets five very attractive boys. Thy all become friends and then Tiffany is realizing that she gets a wierd feeling when she is around one of the boys in particular, Zayn. Does this mean true love, or is it just he anxiety of meeting up with the boys to hang out?

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22. Night of Tears.

It was time for the funeral. I wore my black dress with black stilettos and black earings. Zayn and the boys were so handsome. When Luke drove us to the restaurant, Zayn held me in his arms the whole ride. We finally got there, and I was so surprised to see how many people actually came. I found my dad in a crowd talking to his two best friends, Steve and John. They were very nice guys, I should say. "Hi, dad," I say. They turn around, and smile at me. "Hi, hon," dad says. "Hi, Tiffany," say Steve and John at the same time. "Hi, Steve, hi, John," I say. "Can I... can I please speak with my dad?" "Oh, sure," says Steve. "Bill, we'll be over there, OK?" John tells my dad. "OK, guys," dad says. "How did it happen?" I ask. "She got shot, but no one knows by who," he says. How is it possible not to know by who? It must have bee that murderer that was wandering my parents' town. Oh, wait, whatam I thinking! That guy is already behind the bars! Then who was it? Everyone who meets my mother will love her right away. It's impossible for someone to kill her. My mother would never try to do something to get on a persons nerves. "Definitly not that guy that's been walking round our town, he's already in prison," dad says, like he's reading my mind. "Mom would never hurt anyone so bad that someone would kill her. In fact, she would never hurt anyone!" I say a little too loud. "Shhh," my dad says. "I think I know who." "What?" I say. "Who?" "Um, what, oh nothing nothing. It's not about this subject, sorry, hon," he says. Hmm, I think he might be hindding something from me. It's not like my dad to be like that. He always tells me thngs straight forward, no matter what. "Mkay," I say. We head inside the building. It was a long long funeral. I was crying most of the time. Especially when it was my turn to make a speech. "My mom... she was a very wonderful person. She... never hurt anyone, whether it was physicaly or with words. I counted her as one of my best friends. I always loved the shopping sprees we went to together. All the girl bonding time we shared. There are so many memories, that if I sat down at my dek right now and thought hard, I would write them all down, because they are all wonderful memories." This is when I started to feel my eyes burn with tears. "I rememeber how when I was about at the age of seven, she would prop me up on the kitchen counter, and teach me to sing. I always had the voice of an angel, she told me. But from my prospective I didn't. She would teach me math and all other school subjects with ease, and I understood her one hundered percent, and thanks to her I always got perfect grades on my tests." Then one tear rolled down my cheek. "And, going back to her singing lessons, I want to sing a song, just for my mother's sake, she has loved ever since she read The Hunger Games series. Here goes." I started to sing. As I sung the song, all was quiet but me.

Are you, are you, coming to the tree,
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three.
Strange things did happen here,
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight at the hanging tree

Are you, are you, coming to the tree,
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here,
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight at the hanging tree.

Are you, are you, coming to the tree,
Where I told you to run so we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here,
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight at the hangning tree.

Are you, are you, coming to the tree,
Wear a necklace of rope side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here,
No stragner would it be
If we met up at midnight at the hanging tree.

 

By the time I was finally done, tears were completely taking over my eyes and face. I gave a faint "Thank you" and sat down. Zayn put a hand on my hand, trying to resure me that everything will be fine.

 

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