The force of Tony

Epilogue

"Now, will all please rise. You may now come up and pay your respects"

Everyone rises from their seats, almost synchronised. Oh, hi guys! I should probably explain; after the battle, we counted how many we had lost. Twenty. Yepp, twenty people dead, and this is the funeral. Quentin is performing the ceremony because Callum.... Well, let's just say he'll never suffer from a headache again (If you catch my drift). Poor guy. Poor Quentin as well- Susan also died (Stabbed straight through the stomach.... Ouch!). They were best friends and practically did everything together. If I'm honest, their deaths aren't the ones that are bothering me. Not because I didn't like them, but because Lanier and Brooke....... Tony found them lying side by side. Both had been stabbed through the chest from behind, straight through the heart. I know you think I'm heartless because I'm not crying. The truth is, I don't cry at funerals. Mainly because I like to stay strong for everyone else, especially Tiffany. Also, I always have an emotional breakdown the night before. Luckily for me, Tony was there to comfort. I probably sounded like a dying whale. Anyway, me, Tony and Tiffany are hovering over Lanier's and Brooke's coffins:

*Tiffany crying*
"I can't believe it........ It's not fair!!!"
*hugs her*
"It's okay Tiff.... We still have each other. I'm sure they're up there right now, watching with everyone."
"My brothers are probably up there thinking what an absolute twat"
"To be fair, people down here think that as well"
"Hahaha"

Yes! We got her smiling. It's what they would of wanted, especially Brooke. She wouldn't want us to be upset for long. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Quentin wiping a tear from his eye next to Susan's coffin. He then turns around:

"Time to gather in the food hall for tea and cake everyone"
"Ooooo cake!"
"You and bloody cake"

We all head for the food hall.

*1 hour later*

As well as the funeral, we are also having a disco. We may have lost lives, but we also won a battle; probably the biggest battle encountered in are history. We also eliminated our largest threat, Javier. Well he definetly won't be an issue anymore. As I mentioned before, we're having a disco which means dancing. I hate dancing, not to mention I am a terrible dancer. That's why I'm sat in the corner, hoping no one will notice. I remember when I was younger, I always did this at family parties. Course, it only ever worked for an hour until Brooke spotted me. She would literally run over to me, shout "get off your fat ass and dance with me", yanking me off the chair in the process. Well, there's no one here to do that now:

"Would madam care to stop day-dreaming and join one for a dance?"
"Does madam have to, or is there no choice in the matter?"
"Well if madam refuses, one will carry her to the dance floor"
"In that case, madam will"