The words of the preacher were just a blur now as Celia dropped the perfect, red rose onto the two caskets that lay next to eachother in the large hole. She turned quietly, making her way through the crowd of people in dresses and tuxedos, all dapping at their eyes with tissues, until she reached the last row of folding chairs which were un-occupied. She sat down on one and stared at the group of almost fifty people that stood ten feet infront of her. Of course, this was nothing compared to the amount of people who had been present at the wake but it was still more people than Celia thought her parents knew.

Her ocean-blue eyes wandered up to the bright blue sky which held a few, puffy white clouds. The light September breeze lifted her honey colored hair out of it's straightened, perfect position but Celia wasn't paying attention to that. She was watching as the wind picked the colorful leaves off of the ground and led them soaring through the sky.

Maybe that's what my parents spirits are doing now. Like leaves they are soaring freely.

She sighed, her attention turning from the nature back to what was happening. It seemed like the man had finished his speech because people seemed to be filing back to their seats to pick up their belongings and leave. Celia still hadn't seen her father's lawyer or that "sister" that was supposivly coming. She hadn't heard much about her but Celia knew she wasn't going to give the girl a walk in the park experience. Not at all.

Celia crossed her arms tightly against her chest. She didn't look up as Ben approached her, asking if she was ready to see Olivia. It wasn't that she wasn't ready, she just didn't want to. A moment after not replying she heard another voice. Olivia. Celia listened but didn't move her stare from the light pink dress she was wearing. She had to admit, Olivia didn't seem that bad - but she had only said two things to her so it was too soon to tell.

She shifted in her seat slightly and pulled one of her small, pale hands through the golden locks. "I want to go now," She said suddenly, standing up quickly and walking away from the Ben and Olivia. She headed towards the parking lot but stopped when she realized she didn't know what Ben's car looked like.

Sighing, she turned back around and waited for Olivia and Ben to hurry up and get over here.

Why was Ben walking over there? Oh no, not her.

But clearly Celia was going to be stuck riding alone with Olivia. She followed her over to the car and resisted the urge to comment on how tacky the piece of junk looked before getting in. Luckily, as the car began to move the music was turned on. Celia was only able to keep her eyes glued on the window before Olivia spoke.

"I don't really know much about you. D'you wanna tell me what stuff you're into so I don't seem like an idiot if I accidentally get you something you don't like?"

Celia shifted in her seat a bit before looking over at Olivia and then back towards the window. Her arms were crossed over her chest tightly, a nervous habit for her, and she stared out the window for a few more moments, noticing the scenery was getting familiar. They'd be home in a few minutes but Celia knew she couldn't keep the silence for that long.

"I like icecream, chips and lemonade," She said, her voice having a bit of an annoyed tone.

"Yeah, whatever," Celia said quietly as she got out of the car, making sure to slam the door as loudly as she could. She walked up to the house and past Ben and Olivia, walking by them in time to hear how the social workers said it was best that she go to school as soon as possible.

"I'm not going to school ever again," She said, not bothering to stop and look at them as she continued towards the kitchen. She sat down on one of the chairs next to the counter and began to pull her sandals off, chucking them at the wall. "I'm hungry!" She yelled towards them. Celia knew she shouldn't be so demanding and she never really was but she wasn't going to let Olivia get off easy. If she thought she could just walk in and own the place, she thought wrong.

"I want to get new clothes tonight," She demanded as she rested her chin in her hands. Her gaze followed Olivia sharply as she entered, asking what she wanted to eat. "Icecream, please," Celia replied as she jumped off of her chair and ran down the hallway and up the large staircase. She continued down the elegant hallway until she reached a bright pink door reading "CELIA" in white letters.

Shoving the door open, the light pink, ballet themed room was revealed but she just rushed to the closet. Throwing clothes around her room, she finally settled on a white tank top and jeans. She pulled the outfit on and walked back downstairs and into the kitchen. Although it had only been a minute or two, she was impatient.

"Why isn't it ready yet? My dad always makes it quick."

Celia just ignored what he was saying, walking to the refrigerator while he was giving his little lecture. She pulled the door open, peering inside at the food. Most of it was healthy stuff, fruits and vegetables, waters and slim-fasts. Her mother was a health-fanatic, always wanting Celia to be the perfect size and eat the healthiest of foods. If she had to find one good thing in this whole situation, it would be that now Celia thought she was free to do what she wanted.
Shoving food aside, she rummaged through the crowded fridge before pulling out a can of whipped cream. She walked back over to the table, sitting down and spraying some of the white cream into her hand before licking it off.
"It doesn't matter what Olivia wants. This is still my house."

Celia said nothing, just flipped Olivia off before jumping off of the chair. She pulled her hand through the golden hair before lifting her finger again, this time at Ben. Celia really had no idea what the gesture meant. She had seen her father do it many nights when he was hanging out with his friends and they all seemed to laugh and do it back. She knew it meant something mean, though, so she did it to Olivia. It wasn't that she didn't like Olivia, well she didn't, but it was only because Celia didn't want her to try and replace her parents.

Walking outside, she didn't go over to Olivia's old, ratty car. Instead, she turned and walked over to the white, spotless BMW that was sitting in the driveway. She pulled open the door of the car, sliding into shotgun. Ben could sit in the back if he wanted to come. Celia didn't want Olivia here and she defiantly didn't want the both of them coming.

Celia's hand slammed against the car horn three times before she sat back down on the leather chair. Her eyes wandered around as she looked at the car. It was the last car she had taken with her mother to go to the mall because the next night she was dead. It even still smelled like her mother's Chanel perfume.

They're probably making out in there.

She sighed, becoming very anxious. She was glaring out the window as she waited for the two to arrive. She was actually quite tired depite the fact that it was probably only six or seven at night. She had had a ton of trouble sleeping since the death of her parents and now it was all hitting her.