"I bet you can't catch me!" A pale girl in a white dress yelled. A boy in a black suit tried to follow her. "I bet you can't!" She giggled. The boy stopped. "Connie!!!" He yelled. "WATCH OU-" It was too late. Tim heard a crunching noise and it was all gone.
"Why Connie?" Tim asked. He stared at the gem covered coffin where they layed Connie in. "Why?" Tim didn't really ask anybody the question. A single tear trickled down his face. He remembered the day where he was chasing Connie. They were playing near the busy road after church and Connie didn't pay attention to the traffic. Just one second, and a big change happened. "Why couldn't it be me???" Tim sobbed. He set his head down as the preacher said the final words to the young girl. " I LOVED Connie!" Tears trickled down his face quickly, and Tim tugged on his mother's coat. Coat. That reminded him of what clothes he wore. Tim looked down and saw the same black suit he wore to church the day Connie got hit. Tears came down like an ant thunderstorm. "Mom," he croaked. "Mom, lets go!" He tugged on her coat and Tim's mom nodded in understanding. "Baby, you go stand outside," Tim looked at his mother. Her eyes were red, too. "Baby, I'll see you after the funeral. Remember," she said, kissin him. "Connie's watching you." As Tim got up, he took one last look at Connie, and one last look at Connie's devasted mother. She was moving, because she couldn't stand the city Connie died in. She couldn't stand the driver who killed the young girl, she couldn't stand anything. Slowly, Tim pushed the big doors open and went out the doors. He sad down, his head tucked in between his legs and sobbed to himself, like a lullaby.
Tim felt someone shaking him. "C'mon baby, let's go," Tim's mom whispered. Tim woke up to find the funeral room empty. "Where's Connie?" Tim managed to say. "They're going to burry her, and Connie's mommy told us to go home. She understood you by crying and leaving..." Tim's mom looked away and wiped her eyes. "C'mon, lets go..." She grabbed Tim's hand and walked to the car.
"It's my fault Connie died!" Tim kept saying to himself. "It's my fault! If I didn't chase her, she wouldn't have run into the car and died. It's all my fault.... all my fault...." He covered his head with the blanket. "All my fault..." Tim drifted into sleep. "Connie..." he whispered. He saw pictures of Connie smiling, Connie laughing, Connie hugging him.... Tim whispered one last word to Connie.. forever until he died. "Goodbye....."
