The Start of It All [1]

Omega

I practically ran into the bathroom and shut myself in one of the empty stalls. I take out my phone and dial my moms number.

"Casey?" She said.

"Mom, can you pick me up?" I whimpered, trying not to break down and cry.

"What? Sweetheart, what's wrong?" She asked me.

"Everyone at school knows, Mom. I mean, I can't even walk through the hallways without getting harassed about Auntie Kate. And then Mason tells me that we can't be friends anymore, and I just don't know what to do. I can't take the stares and the whispers, Mom." I told her, wiping a tear away from my eye.

"Oh, sweetheart, who cares what they think? You know who you are, and if they decide to judge you because of your aunt then that's their problem. And I'm sorry about Mason, but honey you'll make plenty more friends. You have Jocelyn, even though we told you not to be friends. You two are an amazing duo, and you have one thing in common that you and Mason never will." She said, referring to us being elementals. "Don't let them break you, Casey. You'll get through this, I know you will."

"Thanks, Mom. But still, can you pick me up? I have a headache and I just don't want to finish the day." I said, rubbing my temple to dull the ache.

She sighed. "Okay, fine. I already know that you'll make everything up, so fine. Just go back to wherever you were and I'll be there soon."

"Okay. And thank you, I guess I just needed to have a talk with my Mom." I said, and she chuckled.

"Anytime. I love you, Casey." She said, and I smiled.

"I love you too, Mom. I'll see you soon." I hung up the phone, sliding down the bathroom wall and just sitting on the floor with my head in my hands, wishing that this whole day never happened.

-

It was insane!

The second we stepped out of the car the media began to swarm us, trying to get their questions answered and to take pictures of all of us. Mom and Dad held us in between them, so they couldn't get to us.

Sheriff Stilinski and his officers were trying their best to hold them all back, so we could have Aunt Kate's funeral in peace, and they also put up barriers between us and the press to help, which probably won't. I wouldn't be surprised if someone decided to duck under and get their pictures of us.

"I knew this was a bad idea." Dad said when we finally got out away from the hordes of people.

"Well, it wasn't my idea." Mom replied, and that made me wonder whose idea it was to have the funeral open to the press.

"I tried telling him. But he insisted on making a point of it." Dad said.

"Who insisted?" I finally asked, and they totally ignored me.

"Well, if he insisted, then he can deal with this when he gets here." Mom said.

"Who gets here?" Allison then asked, but they both brushed off her question.

"Just sit down, sweetheart." Mom said, showing Allison to her seat.

"You too, squirt." Dad then said, showing me to mine as well. I kept looking around at the people, no matter how many times my parents kept telling me not to.

Why do people do this? What are they getting from this? I don't understand why they have to come after my family just because of Aunt Kate. We didn't know about what she did until it was too late. It wasn't our fault. Why can't they all just understand that we want to be left alone.