This is a story I decided to make it's kinda based on a true life experience of mine. Enjoy. Luke sat there in the front row of all the empty chairs lined up to seat people that may never come. He stared at the beautiful bouques of exotic flowers in each corner of the room. He tried to remember the last pages of the book he had been reading, anything to keep his mind off of where he was & why. His eyes flicked from the flowers to the ivory casket on the small stage infront of him. Three more people he had never seen before slowly walked & signed their names in the big book at the other end of the room. Luke watched them take seats by his parents, he heard them sniff back tears. He held his breath to keep from crying, he wanted to run away, crawl into his bed & cry. But he also wanted to be strong & not cry, but it was soo hard. He turned his head to see his uncle slowly walk into the gloomy, sorrow filled room. He gave Luke a shadow of a smile, he walked up to the casket & bent over. He gentily kissed his mother on the lips. Luke choked back tears as he felt his heart break at the sight, he closed his eyes. He remembered his mom asking him if he wanted to visit his grandmother. He had said no because he had twisted his ankle, Luke let small tears fall as he opened his eyes. "STUPID!!" he screamed in his mind "You should have gone!" Two men came up to the casket & slowly closed the lid. Everybody stood up, some waited in line to the casket. Luke was last, some people didn't even bother to wait in line they just left. When it was Luke's turn he slowly stepped up & ran his hand over the lid. He watched his hand & whispered "Goodbye."
