(This is part III....so sorry that its long.
Now lets just hope there isn't a part IV.)
You see aunts, uncles, friends, and his grandparents.
You look around.
You get out of the car,
You see at the corner of your eye....
Your boyfriends father,
The one from Cairo.
"Why couldn't he come here and see
his son?" you think madly.
"If he came here his son wouldn't be dead."
You glare at his father.
Then you start to cry again.
You suddenly feel a grasp hug.
"Its ok." the person says softly.
It's your boyfriends mother.
The funeral starts.
You just know its going to be,
A long sad day.
After the funeral...
You drive yourself home crying.
You go to look beside you,
Out the passengers window just to,
See the house that,
Your boyfriend and you were going to live in.
When all of a sudden - there - sitting in,
The passengers seat was your boyfriends ghost.
You scream at the top of your lungs.
Your boyfriend is pointing at something up ahead.
You turn to look.....
Wham!!!!!!!!!!
You smashed into a telephone pole.
You look up - then suddenly,
The pole falls on your side of the car,
Leaving you dead.
You see nothing but darkness,
Then you see everything again.
You get out of the car.
As you get out, you look up.
And there standing is your boyfriend.
He looks as if he's alive,
Flesh and all.
"Are you alive, or am I dreaming?" you ask.
"No...I'm still dead and so are you." he says.
You look at the car,
You look at where you were sitting.
There in the drivers seat,
Was your body.
Every part of your body was splattered,
Everywhere on the street.
You smile.
Then you turn around,
And hug your boyfriend.
Ya!!! No part IV!!! By: Hurricane Katrina (joking)
Just Katrina.M.R.
