Everyone was wearing black suits and black dresses sitting in rows of 4. Very little children were there. 2 out of 5 of the children were Minjay and Chayan.

"This is really sad." Chayan told Minjay in the bathroom.

"Don't remind me. I wish we could brighten this place up and bust some awesome tunes but...it's a funeral. It's supposed to be sad and filled with people crying." Minjay sighed and sat on the bathroom sink counter.

"How did your dad die?" Chayan asked sitting with her.

"Most importantly why? Everyone in this family who dies ALWAYS has a reason. ALWAYS. NO DOUBT." 

"Well we need to get back. There probably thinking were gone."

"You can go ahead."

"Why?"

"Ever since my dad died, my mom has done nothing but seclude herself from me. Stay hidden from me. She's been ignoring me like I'm some wall she passes by everyday. She hasn't payed attention to me ever since my dad died. That's why I always have sleepovers with you. I don't want you to sleepover at my house cause it's never lively there."

"You goof ball. Don't worry, things will change."

"I hope so..."

"Yah! Don't think so negative! Think positive, I swear these funeral scents are poisaning us. It's so sad in this place I can smell the sadness."

"hahahahahahahahahahaha! Smell the sadness, good one!"

"Now let's get out there and have the time of our lifes!"

"It's a funeral, were gonna die