text: Magenta Black Lost In Green The story of Kendra Markete To my loving siblings Ash and Alex Tearz, Mattchew, Danny Wanny, Shawnee Wanee, Red Hotts, and Carmen Lindy. Also to my parents, Cassie and Ben Markee. 
   
   
   The Funeral 
   It was a dark day. Mom had just passed a few days ago and her funeral was only a few hours away. I know I was supposed to be sad, but I was happy. Mom never liked me. She would tear at my hair while brushing it and I was nearly bald by kindergarten. I always thought it was because I was a girl. All my siblings above me were boys. Then I came along and ruined it all. I started a new era. The female era. My older brother, Johnny hates me for it. My younger sisters, Lynn and Mari, love me. Well, Mari is only a few weeks old, but she is gonna love me. Lynn is eight. 
   We got to the funeral and Dad took us all up to pay our respects. Mom was so cold and...dead. When we all finally sat down, Pastor Don went up to the front of the room and started talking about how precious life is and how we need to hold on to every single moment.  
   In the middle of Pastor Don's sermon, I heard a gasping noise and saw Mom sit up. She glanced around the room. When her eyes landed on me, her eyes narrowed and she screamed, "THE GUILTY SHALL BE PUNISHED!" Her eyes rolled back in her head and she floated a foot above the coffin and drifted towards me. She went faster and faster. Just before she hit me, I closed my eyes and let out a bloodcurdling scream. When I opened my eyes, everybody in the church was staring at me. The coffin was closed and the pastor had stopped mid-sentence. 
   "I'm so sorry." I said as I stood up and exited the church. I sat on the front steps until it was time to go to the cemetary and bury Mom for real. We drove up in Dad's truck and the men lowered the coffin six feet under. I stared in the hole as the coffin was lowered. There was the slightest movement in the coffin. Then, slowly, I saw a crack begin to appear on the top of the coffin. Bloodied fingers tore at the wood. There was a wailing of a voice and I yelled, "PULL IT UP!" The coffin stopped and I looked up at my dad. He was glaring.  
   "She's alive, Dad!" I said. 
   "No, Kendra, she isn't." he said, "Look in that hole!" 
   I did. The crack was sealed and there were no bloodied fingers poking out. 
   "Continue." said Dad. 
   
   
   
   That Night 
   After the funeral, I just couldn't sleep. I saw Mom's face in my mind, her eyes rolling back and her pale white face. I saw her hovering above the coffin. I saw her die before me over and over again. 
   
   
   Publication Date: July 31st 2014 https://www.bookrix.com/-kxe88b9d0faad35