The Sunny Side of Super University (NaNoWriMo)

Moving (On?)

The funeral happened in a blur.

I put on some decent mourning attire and brushed my teeth. I called a taxi, knowing it wouldn't be safe for me to drive in this mental state. I locked up the house.

When I got to the funeral, I was immediately overwhelmed with just how many people there were. There were probably almost a thousand, including a decent size of news reporters and journalists waiting to pounce on me right outside of the doors. I took a deep breath, and strode right through those insensitive, media-crazed people, not answering any questions.

Upon entry, the crowd of people stopped talking to each other, and stared at me. They were about to crowd around me, but ended up forming a line to offer me their condolences. I said a "Thank you" to each one.A few of the very extended family members showed up, and I met them for the first time. A few different mayors ended up showing up, too. After about an hour, which thankfully I had gotten to the place early enough to have time for all of these people to say there regrets to me, the rear of the line was Mr. and Mrs. Demir. A Demir I knew was notably absent, but he probably only stayed with his grandparents for a short while, and hadn't even heard of this happening.

"Oh, Terra!" Mrs Demir exclaimed, sobbing as she threw herself onto me in a tight hug. "I am so sorry this had to happen to you! I would not have let them go if I had known. Please forgive me!"

I patted her head, trying to calm her down as her thoughts started going to the hysterical side. "Don't worry about that. I know you never meant for any of that to happen. It wasn't in any of your control."

"Oh, Terra, thank you! You're so strong. I don't know how you do it." She squeezed a little more just before releasing me. They then both said words of condolence, and offered to drive me to the graveside. I thanked them and accepted their offer.

As we filed into the room with the caskets, the service started to begin. It was very ordinary. Too ordinary. Angry tears welled up in my eyes as I thought, What does he even know? He doesn't even understand half of their character.

I kept this attitude through the graveside service. The Demirs offered to drive me home, but I declined. Some of those who came to the grave once again offered their condolences, and I sat, numbly crying for a while after they left. Once the gravediggers had buried them completely, they, too, offered condolences, and left. I sat there, emotions coming and going for hours. I was sad, then angry, then remorseful, then grief-stricken again. I finally went numb, dried my eyes, and called another taxi to take me home.

When I got home, although I was in no way over the death, I asked myself, "Well, what do I do now?"

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A couple of months passed, and I knew that college would be starting soon. I still had to keep my gate locked because of journalists, but at least I was eating, buying groceries, and doing laundry.

A lawyer had called me the day after the funeral, and I met up with him. He officially gave me the estate and inheritance of the Langley family, and wow! I knew being superheros had good pay, but I had no idea my grandparents were millionaires!

When I had gotten back to the house that day, my tutor was waiting for me. She had been vacationing in East Asia, and said she came back to the states just as soon as she heard the news. She wanted to see the grave site, so she drove us to a flower shop, we both picked up bouquets, and drove to the graveyard. There were already a plethora of flowers there, of course, because all the richest attendees wanted to show their affections. We simply set down our flowers and said a few words.

She ended up visiting every day until I started eating normally. After then, I told her that she should try staying away for a while, so that I can get used to the house as it is. She then continued visiting about once a week, but not for long, and usually just to remind me about college. I mostly just ignored it. Until today.