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Okay, I finally have part of a story up here. There is only a little bit of this story and if you have any comments they are appreciated on my message board or guestbook. Well, i have worked very hard on this and I hope you enjoy it.

Part of Mon's Story
Mon's funeral was held today. Such awful weather for a funeral. The clouds all hung low in the pale skies, as if they were saddened by her departure from this world. I however; am so unsure of how I feel. I am completely and utterly terrified that she is gone, but then again I am glad she can now rest in Heaven and be with her loved ones, she so longed to see. On that thought, I was brought back to the present day. The funeral. The day I had been dreading ever since Mon first told me she was sick. Besides the awful weather and the tearful good-byes, the service was very beautiful. Mon would have been happy with it. She was always easy going, although her life didn't always take the easy route.
"Oh, you must be Sonya, Mon's dear friend," said a strange woman, who I didn't know.
"Um, yes I am…" I replied, trying to contemplate exactly who this woman was.
"Yes, I thought so. I was also a friend of Mon's." she said through her tears that were landing on the collar of her black Armani suit. She must have been reading my mind.
"I don't know how to tell you this, " the woman continued", but Mon asked me to finish her story if anything ever happened to you, so I'll need some information about all of this. It was Mon's wishing."
I found this very odd, because I finally know who this woman was. She is Stephanie Gaus, or was in highschool at least. She despised us in highschool, although Mon always longed to join their group. You know the type. The jocks and cheerleaders. In other words, the popular kids, which was a clique that I did not belong to. Mon wanted to join the group, but she told me that Stephanie wouldn't accept her for who she was and so we stayed where we were and where we belonged. This made me ponder why Mon would have Stephanie write her story, when she was to busy ignoring her in school to even get to know her.
"Well, nothing is wrong with me, so I guess we have nothing to discuss." I answered her sharply.
"I think it is best that I write her story, though. After all I did know her quite well" Stephanie replied, obviously not backing down.
"You didn't know her at all!" I practically screamed through my clenched teeth.
"I knew her better than you think I did." Stephanie said.
"How can you stand here and lie like this? You wouldn't even let her sit near you when we were all teenagers!" I said, the anger boiling in my blood.
"It wasn't her that I wouldn't let sit with me, it was you." Stephanie said snidely.
I couldn't believe this. The group that Mon wanted to be in so badly, she gave up… for me? No, it couldn't be. Stephanie is lying right to my face. She'd do anything to get her way. Or has she changed since then.
"You're lying! You're lying!" I yelled, like an immature child.
"Oh, now you call me untruthful! How dare you! I'm going to the lawyer's office next Tuesday and you can meet me there and then we'll see who will write the book!" Stephanie said as she stamped off, leaving me standing in the cemetery, with the icy wind slapping at my face.
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