The Boy With a Secret


2. Year: 2005

I woke up to sunlight. I covered my eyes and slipped out of bed.

"Travis, hurry up and get ready. The funeral is at 5." My mom said to me as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. She was fixing her earrings.

"I don't want to go." I growled and opened the fridge.

"Hm... that sounds awfully familiar." She said and looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, I didn't want to be a single mother, but look where we are." She said.

"Are you saying you wish I didn't come along?" I asked.

"No. I'm saying that you might just like this trip. You'll meet new people. There's a park down the road from the funeral home. We can stop by there afterwards." Mom said.

"I can already picture it." I sighed.

"What?" Mom asked.

"'My grandpa died, but at least I get to stop by the park. This makes everything okay! Who wants to play?' Is that what you'd want me to say?" I asked.

"We leave in an hour." Mom said and went to her room.

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