A Weekend at the Lake House

The Funeral

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Chapter 1

Mia's POV

I was laying on my uncle's old couch reading a good book when my uncle decided to come out of his room. His hair was messed up and I could see a pink tint on his lips, must be from his latest 'achievement' tonight. I rolled my eyes at that thought. Every night I get glimpses of different girls in and out of his room. I'm even surprised that he invites them here when he knows I will be staying here for the whole summer. Oh Joy! *sarcasm*

The girls don't bother asking about me or talk to me and that's okay with me as long as they keep their moans to a minimum. Being Marcus Higgins' niece has its perks, like he doesn't ask annoying questions about where I've been or who I was with. The downside of it all, I get to have advance knowledge on things kids shouldn't know about. Uh huh, yup. Don't bother asking.

"Hey, what happened? You look sad." I said.

"Coach is dead. His funeral is this Friday." He muttered.

"Oh my God..." I leaned back, letting the information sink in.

"Yeah, I know. I'm gonna go buy some breakfast, okay? I'll be right back." With that he got his keys and his jacket and was out of the room. It must be so hard on him to lose someone so special in his life.

Coach Buzzer was a good friend of our family. He taught me a lot about basketball when I was 10 years old. I haven't seen him since then. He was close to my mom, Rose, and my uncle. He used to give me a dollar every time I got the ball into the hoop. He was a great man even though I only knew him for a short amount of time...

My uncle's room door opened slightly and a girl, who I assume is the latest 'it' girl, tip toed across the room juggling her things in one hand and the other is trying to zip up her skirt.

"Hi there!" I exclaimed cheerfully, my voice startled her which made her drop her things.

"H-hi.. I was just-" She stuttered while she was trying to fix her blouse.

"Leaving already?" I interrupted her, I looked at her from head to toe, which she noticed. She squirmed a bit under my gaze.

"Uhm, yeah! I was.. Yeah. Uh, goodbye!" She hurriedly said while picking up her things and almost tripped on her way out.

"Bye." I said as the door closed. I may seem mean to them but I just don't get why they hook up with men twice their age.

Uncle Marcus came home a few minutes later looking normal again. We ate breakfast silently and after that he told me to pack my things for this weekend.

Days passed by and before I knew it, it was already Friday. Now, my family has a really long and weird history with funerals. My uncle likes to joke around and get weird during funerals, so this day will be interesting.

For the last couple of days, Uncle Marcus filled me in about his friends, who are also going to the funeral. There is Lenny Feder, Kurt McKenzie, Eric Lamonsoff, Rob Hilliard and my uncle. They have been friends since they were kids. All of them have kids except, of course, my uncle. During those sessions he told me about all the kids and the wives. There are two kids that are the same age as me but both are boys. I didn't really listen much to what he said 'cause I always tune him out.

We arrived at the church and my uncle immediately started to sing some Beyonce. Don't ask why. I wore my simple black dress which I paired with my black converse and a black shoulder bag. My hair was clipped to the side by a blue pin, hoping to add a bit of color on this solemn day. As we were approaching the group of people, I could hear Lenny Feder telling his kid to turn off his phone.