Alright so this is just something I thought would be fun to write. I don't have a BETA Reader so there's bound to be mistakes.

It's going to be similar to the PC and ROA (which of course I do not own) kind of series just different people and such.

Hope you enjoy~

~Aubrey~

Today is a horrible day.

It's the day I stop crying.

My parents are dead.

Right now as we speak, I'm sitting in the front row surrounded by people my parents knew and various citizens of our small town. Our parents were our family. Both of their parents died and we never visited any outside family members, so it was just us.

My parents were simple people. They earned an honest and decent living. My father was an accountant as the local bank and my mother was a stayed at home raising us. We weren't a rich by any means. I didn't care though.

We had a simple house and we lived a simple and loving life in Minnesota, peaceful Minnesota. I hate Minnesota now; whatever reminds me of my parents ruins it. Still, I have to be strong and hold a straight face. I have two younger brothers that need protecting and nurturing now. My feelings can be put aside.

I looked to the left of me where my youngest brother Cameron is crumpling my skirt in his small hands. He's trying to look tough, but the moment the pastor says our parent's name his small green eyes tear up. One my right my other brother Devon just looks down at his knees. His blank is an emotionless state. He looks like hell.

Hell! We probably all look like hell. I haven't gotten a decent night sleep for a week. I've had about a total of five hours tops.

God, when is this funeral going to be done with? Seriously, I need to get out of this room and breathe some damn fresh air.

"Now, Aubrey would you like to say some final words?" the pastor says to me.

Here it was. I slowly got up and straightened out my black skirt. Once I got to the podium, all I could see was a sea of black. Damn, so much black. I look at my brothers, who were now holding hands. All I want to do right now is take them far away from this world and make them happy again.

I turned around and looked at the two caskets that now hold my parents. How fucked up is that? My parents use to be living and growing human beings. Damn good ones too.

Shit, I'm supposed to say something.

I cleared my throat. "Uh…" Crap what the hell am I suppose to say? I never prepared anything. I was busy holding Cameron when he was having nightmares for the past four nights.

"Well, you all know my parents loved each other. They were amazing parents, my brothers and I couldn't have asked for better ones. They always said they were blessed that they got us… but really we were blessed that we got them."

I choked out the last sentence.

Keep it together Aubrey; don't let the boys see you cry.

"They showed us to live life within your means, but nothing should be taken for granted. I'm going to miss them. I know Devon and Cameron will too." I try to pull together a smile.

Why is this so hard?

I look at the blown up picture of my mother and father on their twentieth anniversary. They looked so happy and so in love. Damn, I was going to miss them so much.

"Mom and Dad you'll always be in our hearts. I will take good care of Dev and Cam don't you worry." I clenched my teeth to keep my emotions in check.

After the services were finished, my brothers and I were directed to a black van where our Cassandra O'Neil- a friend of our mother's- drives us to the cemetery. My parents are going to be buried next to each other, the way it should be.

Within minutes my parents are officially lowered six feet under. Devon and Cameron drift away from the crowd to sit by the huge oak tree down the way and I stay shaking hands to the people who came to the funeral.

Each person seems to be the same. One after another I pull through, but still hoping any minute now I'm going to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

But I don't. I can still feel the cold wind brush against my bare neck and my tearless eyes look down at my parent's grave. I don't know when I'll ever be able to bring myself to come back here and stand before them. They didn't deserve this, but at least that stupid drunk driver got a life sentence. I don't know what I would have done if I knew he got away so lightly.

This life was seriously starting to wear me out.

…..

Today was long and excruciating but at least it was finally over. My brothers and I walk to the car to Cassandra's car. We have to go back to the house, and finish packing everything. We can only take so much with us because Dev, Cam and I are leaving the states.

Oh! I forgot to mention that, huh? Apparently my father has a sister named Ruth. The lawyer informed me that she was placed as our legal guardian if anything were to happen to my parents.

Wait here's the kicker! Ruth lives in fucking Africa with her husband and three boys. Now I'm not talking modern Africa where it seems like you could be living in the U.S.

Oh, no! I'm talking huts and goat herding. Did I mention they drink cow blood? Still, our parent's chose her and we're on the first plane that leaves in a week to go only God knows where.

Yet, maybe leaving the town where our parents lived and raised us would be an easier way to try and heal our wounds. Anywhere seems better than here at the moment.

So get ready Africa the Kramer's are coming.

So what did you guys think?

R&R~~~!

Next, chapter will be told from Hasan's POV

-PureBlueSkies