I was in my room ignoring the sounds in my dad's room to find him walking in mine with a pained expression on his face. He stuttered
"Angel, c-coach bu-buzzer died and we are going to the funeral."
My face became stone cold and said
"Okay."
"We are also going to the cabin so pack."
I nodded and he closed the door. I started playing with my pink curls and then I started packing. My life was hard and the only good thing that I had was gone. I sighed and finished. I put my pj's on and flopped onto my bed and silently cried myself to sleep.