A Noun

Chapter Fifteen: Will

Will

Noun

2. A legal document containing instructions as to what should be done auth ones money and property after ones death.

My family was all in town, staying with my family at our home after the funeral of my late grandfather, Leonard.

My cousins, my uncle and aunt and all of the ridiculous relatives that I wanted nothing to do with.

I of course was glared and gawked at as I stepped down from the podium, giving my final page to granddad.

They knew I had exposed them for what cheap family members they were. Nothing more than people who didn't know Leonard more than they had to.

Only stuck around for the paycheck.

Everyone went to their cars and was saying how they would meet at the house again.

Finn and I quickly stepped away before one of the awful fireball attendees could harass me.

Grandpas coffin had been brought out to the grave yard. The two men that had done so were bickering about where they had left their shovels in the dew covered court yard.

They left the coffin in its grave, waiting to be buried as they went and searched for it.

I dragged Finnick to the grave as I managed to get the thick, heavy stack of pages I had put into my purse that morning.

Finnick gave me wide eyes as I took off my purse. "Annie?" He asked quietly, trying to not cause attention to us as it still rained.

I stroked his cheek. "He needs the novel. I promised him that he would be the only person to have it."

He dug around in his pocket and held out a pen as we felt rushed. "You better sign it and give it to him. He wanted his copies to be signed."

I signed the front page of the noun that proudly, in bold black in said 'A Noun'.

I handed him the pen and he held onto my hand tightly as I tried to reach down to open the coffin, knowing that the grave diggers would throw it away if they had seen it just resting there.

"Drop me in." I whispered to Finnick.

He gave me wide eyes as his glasses drooped down his nose. "Are you insane? How the hell am I gonna get you back up without being covered in dirt?"

I rolled my eyes as I took off my dirty, nearly brown but used to be white shoes.

"Just do it. We've got your car. I can wear some clothes that we just have in there." I said in a whisper as he looked around, making sure the cost was clear.

I managed to get inside the grave and opened the top of the coffin. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand with a smack. I had just barely seen him.

I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to not look at grandpa.

I managed to set the novel inside the coffin, resting with him near his hands.

I closed it tightly and Finn reached down as far as he could.

I grabbed his hand and by our sweet luck, I managed to get out without being completely covered in dirt.

I brushed off as much as I could on my black dress and Finn zipped my rain jacket over me, trying to hide the dirtiest parts.

We quickly walked to his car that he had specifically parked away from everyone else.

It was when we saw Grandma, looking alone as she was coming out of the church.

We invited her to come with us.