• Chapter 1----
    I looked at my mother. She was bawling non stop. She barely even knew this women, why would you cry for her? Although, Me, myself, Didn't even know this women's name until my mother told me she died.
    My mother looked over at me, "Katlynn, Why aren't you crying?" She dabbed her eyes quickly, "This is your Great Grandmother!"
    I saw right through her. She was crying for the attention, She was crying so people wouldn't think bad of her.
    That's another thing that's different between my mother and I. She always wants people to think great of her, as if she has no flaws to the other people around her.
    Me, on the other hand, I don't care. People could think I'm an emo chick who likes the joy of her own self-misery, Well, only half of that is true, but I would still roll my eyes and carry on my deeds.
    "Mom, I barely knew this women, Why would I cry?" I scoffed.
    She whipped her head to look at me, "Katlynn Ann Croffert! She is a family member! What if I were to die?"
    Again, She borught the subject back to her. Not a surprise. I was so used to hearing I know all the answers.
    "I suppose I might cry, then." I sighed.
    This wasn't the answer she wanted to hear, but it's an answer.
    Mom rolled her eyes and looked backed at the priest in the front of the church.
    He was a fat priest, Drool running down his chin and him not caring.
    I flinched in disgust. I wished I was dad at this point.
    He was at home, watching TV and occasionally flipping the channel from ESPN to CNN, Keeping his eyes glued onto the screen in the spot.
    "Would anyone like to say a few words on behalf of Bertha Linn Croffert?" The priest coughed, seeming to be oput of breath.
    "Katlynn would!" My mother yelled. She looked at me and smiled.
    Everyone looked back at me. My mother pretended to cry, again.
    I squeezed in between the pew and my mom. I silently walked up the steps up to the casscet, my heels echoing in the silent church.
    I looked out at my family. Most of their eyes were red and tears running from them, but the room was dressed in black.
    "Wow, I don't know what to say," I layed my hand on the closed part of the casscet, "I wish I had gotten to known Bertha more, but, She didn't really seem to be in much touch with me. I can't believe she's gone, though." Ah, yes, that classical line. I knew I'd sum something up, "I love you Great Grandma Bertha."
    I looked at her cold, dead body. Not moving at all. Then, she sat up, but yet, her body was still laying down.
    I gasped and jumped back.
    She looked at me and smiled. Her gray hair was tied up in a bun, her bangs hanging in her face. Her wrinkles were tightly pressed against her bone. She didn't really look all that old.
    I looked back at the crowd of Crofferts. Everyone was staring at my pale face, confused and dazed.
    I quickly ran down the stairs and walked out the church. Shortly after me, The rest followed.
    Some smoked cigarettes and others just talked.
    "Nice speech, Honey." My mom took a drag from her cigarette and left a pink lipstick ring around the end.
    "Are you serious or are you being sarcastic?" I crossed my arms and looked at her.
    "I'm being sarcastic. It sucked! That was horrible!"
    Well, I guess I can give my mom that. She was always straight foward when I asked.
    "Thanks mom." I rolled my eyes and stole her cigarette. I took a long drag and gave it to her.
    "You need to stop that, Kate. You're only sixteen!" She snapped.
    I sighed and looked at the open church doors. It was Bertha, standing there, beconing me to come towards her.
    My eyes got wide. This was something I've never seen. I mean, i believe the paranormal stuff, but it's never really happened to me.
    I walked back into the stuffy church. She laughed evily and disappeared.
    Something pushed me forward. I turned quickly. She was there.
    "Bertha?" I whispered.
    She punched me hard in the stomach.
    For an old women, she punched hard.
    I ran out and slammed the church doors. I was shaking and breathing hard.
    The Crofferts were staring at me as if I were insane. They all stopped talking and smoking. All you could hear is their boots russling the leafs underneath them.
    My mother grabbed my arm and threw me into the car, "We're going home. I can't believe your acting like this.
    I held my stomach. The pain repeated itself, jolting through my stomach.

    To be Continued..
    END OF PART 1