How To Never Fall In Love

Chapter 1

"You know, I don't think you should be drinking booze at a funeral but then again, it's you".

Atara turned around to see Mike glaring daggers at her. She had never liked the professor they were supposedly burying and paying respects to.

The only reason she had even agreed to attend the funeral was because her best friend's mom was a moderator slash pastor whatever that meant so she had to attend to appear normal.

She smiled cynically, "Then they shouldn't have brought alcohol to a funeral in the first place don't you think? It's not here as a decor man."

Mike wanted to argue with her but she had a point and everyone was enjoying the expensive wine all in the name of honoring Professor Dube who loved the finer things in life.

He would have drank himself but his father was close to the guy and he had to maintain a clean image for his next election campaign. If Mike messed up, his father would bury him alive.

"So, you think it's best to drink during your Professor's funeral? And why did you hate the guy, you know what don't answer. You hate everyone anyways."

She took another sip and regarded him before answering.

"Well, you are annoying my f**king thunder so I will leave you to your bitter and distinguished thoughts. It's not like I'm the only person drinking here."

With that, she drained her wine glass took another one, and left. She wasn't in the mood to entertain anyone. She scanned the room for Lisa and Angela but she couldn't see them though she had a sneaking suspicion that Lisa was probably somewhere making out with a guy.

As a grounded Pastor's kid, she always made sure that when she wasn't pretending to be holier than thou on Sundays she was out messing up.

Angela was probably out mingling and networking with the who's who of the party, well in this case funeral. In short, Angie was the epitome of a graceful rich kid whom even the Queen of England would have been proud to adopt.

"MaDube? It's so good to see you!"

She noticed her paternal grandmother smiling down at her. She swore. This wasn't her day.

"Don't call me that. I am not part of this family." She bit back.

The old lady smiled a proud smile. It was time her grandchild came home. She had lived running away from her real surname and totem that it was angering the ancestors.

"Well, it's the truth though I'm sure your classmates have no idea that Dominic was your Uncle."

"He was? Well, may he rest in peace now if you don't mind I have to go and find my friends."

"You do know that you have to stay behind for the cleansing ceremony right?" The old lady continued.

Atara chuckled. This was the same woman who had refused that she stay with her dad when he remarried. She had said the ancestors would not approve of a child born out of wedlock.

The dead guy was also for the motion mostly because he was scared that she would be given a stake in the family wealth. God worked in mysterious ways now Dominic would be an ancestor, an annoying one at that.