The World Behind Us

CHAPTER 2

Too much people in here. All those persons didn't know her and they are at her funerals. Who are they? Why are they here? Most of them never talked to her, some of them don't know her. They look like scavengers looking for fresh meat.

It was really bad enough she died. On purpose. But I could have kill her. For Putting me though all this masquerade.

" Are you ready?" Adam calls.

It was Sunday morning, and we are going to the Service.

I get down slowly. My Father was arranging his cufflinks. The one my mother gave him on his last birthday. She was out of town with my three brothers. "Duty calls" as Adam use to say.

"Are you ready Cherie?" he asks.

I nodded.

He hugged me.

"Everything going to be fine." He whispers.

Deep down in my heart, I knew nothing going to be the same. When I was seven, Adam announced I was old enough to get my own wand. I hate it. I can see where this leads. It was these old black and white sticks pseudo-magician uses. He said "it's for practice".

"I don't get why we have to go to the funeral," I say.

"Because the town needs to process and we don't want to attract attention on us."

"I don't want to. Please." I begged

"Honey, I know what It feels but please do it for the sake of our cover. I have a lot of work to do but I do it for us"

Reluctantly, I manage to outside. Jump into the Mercedes park in the driveway.

There are four thousand and sixty-seven people in our town, according to Wikipedia. "Four thousand and sixty-seven people," Nick said when we do research for a school project last fall. He was impressed. I was not. "Four thousand and sixty-seven people! Damn! these people reproduced like Rats," he'd added.

After Rhowen's death, it changes to four thousand and sixty-six. Most people don't leave and nobody moves here. Except us. We needed a quiet town and make it low. Even here, I managed to do something really shitty. I don't think I've blown our cover. Not Yet. I hope not.

"Do I have to go?" I ask one more time. Adam is my father, it may seem awkward or strange and I am not insane but he is a King. A real one.

I know I have to go, and I know why. For Adam, For our family and for our cover.

There's the dead girl's parents. Or they were. I have quite some difficulties over the verb tenses and the language.

Olivia and George look so sad. The hollows under their eyes are so deep; I don't see how they'll ever go away. Adam and I show our respected and stay on the second row. The Edwards were here. Always punctual and somehow show some importance to religion. Alejandro was here too. He wore a forty-three-thousand-dollar suit. I know it's expensive, He always buys his clothes in Italy. But the thing that annoys me the more is that he wears this expensive thing to show this status. He was arrogant and the Edwards, in general, were arrogant.

"Mclean" he said as I sat right next to him.

"Edwards" I reply.

He was the type of guy who never smile. The type of guy who look like a barbaric Viking and classy gentlemen at the same time.

The service has not started yet. I was bored. Alejandro was quiet. Everybody was quiet. I started a calculation in my mind. Just for my family only, we have at least three million in clothes, about five hundred and fifty something for shoes. My family is very rich. But this isn't about me. It's about the dead girl.

I get ready to sing.

Angel by Sarah McLachlan. Spend all your time waiting for that second chance.