GravesideSpencer drifted through the throng of people, nodding to those he liked, ignoring those he was less happy to see. He was looking for someone. Where was she? Ah, there. Ahead of him stood Jenna, his youngest sibling and only sister, dressed in a smart black dress, a shawl draped around her shoulders. She was not wearing a hat, but had instead dyed her usually blonde hair black.
Spencers arm curled up round her shoulders and she sighed as the hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention.
It doesnt seem real does it? he whispered.
I I just dont know what Im going to do, she sniffed, dabbing at her nose with a handkerchief Spencer recognised as his own. He was so important to me.
I know, I know, said Spencer, brushing the hair from his sisters face. I worry about silly things though, like whats happening to the flat?
I wonder if I should move into the flat, Jenna stared in
Fed Up and AngryIs it jealousy?
This drive you have
To ridicule everything I do?
Do you fear me?
What I stand for
What I do
What you cant understand
Why cant you understand?
They say the best friends are those that stick around
Even when theyve not been given a reason to
Which must make me the best friend of all
I know that you lack confidence
But why should that mean you have to knock mine?
At least I didnt lose my virginity
Just because everyone else was
And I didnt meet guys from the Internet
Just to get a cheap hotel room thrill
And I didnt abandon everyone
Just to come crawling back two years later
Im sick of being your jester
I dont tell you anything anymore
Because you wont take it seriously
Ill tell you things
When I can trust you again