The fifteen year old girl sat on the front pew, staring blankly at the front of the church, where her brother laid, in a lonely coffin, surrounded by nothing more than cheap cotton lining and his old artwork, which the pastor had displayed, hoping that the girl's brother would have liked it that way.
Her name was Donna, and the boy who was sitting in the coffin, was her twin brother, Dan. Many people had mistaken her for Dan at the funeral, they both had the same curved noses, blue eyes, dark brown hair, and freckled complection. Only her brother was taller and skinnier, while she looked like a packed sausage,.
She felt her eyes water as she stared down at her brothers pale, powdered complection. He wore a tie and a sweater vest too small for him, (he had always grown out of his clothes quickly) he looked so happy, so peaceful, just like he always had been.
She took her brothers hands and winced, pushing back tears as she saw the