The next day everyone woke up at about the same time. The sun was hidden behind the clouds. Maybe it too was crying and shielding itself from the pain. Nobody wanted to get out of bed. They just wanted to sleep through it all. Sleep just how he was right now. Someone their admired, someone they wanted to be like, their pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Now there was nothing to look up to only down. It was Mrs. Hogan who got the girls up and showered. She always managed to get them up.
“What time is it?” Amy said slowly getting out of bed and heading for the shower. Her feet dragged on the carpet of the hotel room. She was barely awake. Her hair was in all different places. You could tell she had a hard time sleeping by the heavy bags that hung under her eyes.
“Um its about quarter of eleven. Hurry up you are the last one that needs to take a shower. We are almost ready.” April said pushing her into the small white and black checkered bathroom. April shut the door and continued brushing her shoulder length dark brown hair. She never wore it down but for Taylor she knew she had to. Monique was still in her pajamas but at least she had taken a shower. Mrs. Hogan had been up since eight and was already having her breakfast that she ordered for everyone. After about ten minutes the water from the shower was shut off and Amy had gotten out. “Hey Mo aren’t you going to get dressed or are you going to go in your night gown?” April said tapping Monique on the shoulder.
“Huh?”
“Wake up. You need to get dressed. We have to go to the funeral soon.” April said pulling her friend up and giving her the clothes that she had laid out the night before. “Take these and once your cousin gets out of the bathroom go in there and get changed.”
“Ok I’m not stupid you know. Just a little bit tired.” She said sitting back down on the bed.
April walked over to the balcony window and saw people in Hanson shirts walking the streets towards the church. Why did God have to take such a precious person? Why was it his time? She thought to herself placing her head on the cold glass. A tear smudged the glass. April rubbed it off with her hand and sat down and tried to eat something.
In the bathroom Amy was getting dressed. She was trying to stall as much time. She still couldn’t believe what she was about to do. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a wreck. “What am I going to do with myself?” Opening a small make up bag she took out some cover up and started to apply it to the bags under her eyes. It made it look OK. “What am I doing. Its going to run when I cry.” She said. She ran the water for a minute getting it warm then started to take off the make up.
“Amy you done in there. I still need to get dressed.” Monique called from the other side of the door.
“Yeah I’m done.” Amy opened the door and walked over to the breakfast table and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Monique proceded to go into the bathroom. It took her five minutes to get dressed.
“Girls c’mon we have to get going.” Mrs. Hogan said. Monique had just come out of the bathroom.
“I still need to do my hair.” She said taking an elastic and putting her hair up in a low ponytail. As the door closed it scared the four people. Their nerves were on its end. They didn’t know what to expect. With panises in hand they made their way down the elevator and left the small hotel in Tulsa, Oklahoma the resting place of one of the greatest influences on teen life in the 1990s.
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