Ding.
A text notification popped up on her phone.
Reyna!! Where are you??
She frowned. Out, why?
Your grandparents are here!
What, why?
They're here to visit for your Auntie Claire's funeral!!
OH SHIT.
REYNA.
Sorry!!
For forgetting about your dead aunt or swearing?
Neither.
Reyna!!
Just kidding! I'll be there in 10.
Fine, just hurry!!
Reyna mentally cursed herself knowing damn well she would be met with her mother's wraith.
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Out of breath, Reyna pushed herself through a door for the second time that day. Her mom came speed walking towards her with steam coming out of her ears.
"I can't believe you," her mother said, grabbing her arm, pulling her towards the dining room.
"I'm sor-," she started.
"Shut up."
Oh god, she could hear her mother's upcoming lecture from a mile away.
"Reyna's here!" her mother exclaimed, with a cheery disposition; Reyna mentally rolled her eyes.
"Hi everyone!" Reyna began assessing everyone in the room, surprised about the amount of unfamiliar faces.
That liar, she thought, cursing her mother.
"Hello Reyna!"
"Hi, sorry, who are you?"
"Reyna! Don't be rude. This is James, he was a friend of your aunt."
"Oh, sorry. Hi, I'm sorry for your loss."
"Oh.. thanks I suppose."
I'm a fucking idiot.
The tension in the room was unreal.
"So, how about we start eating?" Reyna's mother said, breaking the silence, pushing Reyna into a seat next to James.
Oh my fucking god.
Reyna politely waited for one other person to begin eating before her hands shot for the mashed potatoes.
"I see you like mashed potatoes," James said, as he observed Reyna dump enough mashed potatoes to feed a family onto her plate.
"I do." When he didn't say anything, she continued, "So, how did you know my aunt?"
"We went to school together, she was a character, your aunt," he said, softly laughing shaking his head.
"She still is, I remember when I was 10, we stole her neighbor's oranges together."
She immediately regretted her words but to her surprise, James began laughing.
"That sounds like your aunt." He continued, "You know, you and my son would get along well."
"Oh? How so?"
"He's a joy to be around."
Reyna stared at the older man in disbelief, no one had ever described her as "a joy to be around."
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Mystery / ThrillerAvery Oaks, dead at age 16. Hearing the news would've made me tremble, if I wasn't the one who did it. ------ Reyna Flores, a junior at Clover High School, had been top in her class for as long as she could remember. She had no doubts in her mind th...
