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Emma tried to shut herself out of all the voices surrounding her, but it was hard. Everyone was coming up to her trying to console the poor girl. But their words didn't help, they didn't lose their parents. Even Ben, who lost his father still had two other parents, and he was already an adult and he didn't have to drastically change his life.
She was back at Monica and Chandler's house in Westchester for the reception after the funeral. Emma was a stone during the whole funeral, she still in complete shock and wasn't able to get any tears out until the burial when the tears flooded out after all that shock that she couldn't even watch and could barely breathe as her parents bodies, in coffins, were placed into the ground. So many people came to the funeral, many of them Emma knew and loved dearly, others she just knew, some she didn't even know. Some people that on any other occasion she would be extremely curious about meeting, she barely noticed. They included her mother's ex-fiancé Barry, her father's ex-wife Emily who came with her new husband, and her Aunt Monica's ex-boyfriend and a friend of her grandparents, Richard Burke. None of them came back to the reception, but many others did.
Monica made a sad, but beautiful speech about the love story of Ross and Rachel at the funeral. She knew them both so well. Ross and Rachel were buried side by side in their hometown of Long Island, at a cemetery that accepted all faiths, since neither was extremely religiously Jewish.
Everyone was gathered downstairs of Monica's house, eating, talking, and remembering. Emma headed out of the crowd in a part of downstairs where only a few people mingled. She sat down at one of the chairs blankly staring into a wall, her mind blocked with too many thoughts. She barely noticed when a person approached her.
"Hey," Ben said to his sister sitting down next to her.
"Hey," She replied just glancing at him.
Emma wasn't close to her half brother, who was eight years older than her. They never lived together, and didn't see each other much. But they were the only sibling each other had, and they had both just lost the same wonderful father.
"It's hard to believe it right?" Ben asked her sitting a can of Coke.
"Yeah," Emma nodded looking at him.
Ben shifted his position on the chair. He was never that comfortable talking to Emma; he didn't have much to say to her, they didn't have anything in common, but their father.
"Listen Em, I know that you will be living here now but if you need to come back to the city and see your friends, or you just miss it, my place is always welcome. I am your brother and I want to be able to provide you with some support. It's hard for both of us. In many ways you knew dad so much better than I did, I never lived with him, but you did, I'm hoping we can talk more and provide each other with more memories of dad and of Rachel."
Emma smiled genuinely at him, he really was trying to be there for her, and as horrible as the situation would be it might actually bring them closer together.
"Thanks Ben, it really means a lot to me, I swear," she told him getting up. "I should walk around now, I know people want to talk to me, and I might as well get in over with."
Emma walked back into the main room where the crowd was slowly getting loose.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, turning around she noticed it was her aunt Amy. Amy was now a successful fashion designer, specializing in children's design. She was married to a lawyer who was a decade older than her and she had adopted his two children, Jane and Sam, and they had their own newborn daughter Melody. They lived in a penthouse on Park Avenue and were very happy with their life.
"Emma sweetie, your mom and I weren't the closest of sisters and I know that Monica will always be the aunt that you are closest to, but I am also your aunt, and I love you. I'm so sorry for everything that has happened, if anything talk to me," Amy smiled down at her remembering the day she got Emma's ears pierced, shocking Rachel.
"I know that Amy, thanks. And I'll visit you, I promise!" Emma said to her waving away as she walked to get a drink of water.
This was the hardest day of her life, but she tried to get it past her and understand what her new life was about to be like. She was moving from a huge, famous city to Westchester. She would not be attending her private school with her friends, instead she would enroll as a junior at George Washington High School, a big suburban stereotypical public school.
Emma looked up the stairs that led to the second floor. She had been in this house so many times, since she was a toddler, spending many weekends, even a month once staying over, but she never imagined that she would have to live there without her mom and dad. Emma headed up the stairs into the guest room in the end of the hall. She opened the door to find that a lot of her stuff was already there. Someone must have packed it for me she thought. The room was smaller than her room at home, but it was nice, she would get used to it. She sat on the bed picking up a photo album that was on top of one of her boxes.
She opened it up to find a picture of her at four years old as a flower girl at her parents wedding. She remembered that day so well, she was so happy. Emma started crying, closing the album, she couldn't bare to look at it, it was killing her. She laid herself down on the bed letting herself cry, she was allowed to, if anyone was allowed to cry today it was her.
She heard a knock on the door. Quickly wiping her tears away with the back of her hand she sat up and called,
"Come in."
The door opened and a tall girl of fourteen with dirty blonde hair and a pixie face came in.
"Hey," she told Emma, sitting down next to her on the bed.
"Hey," Emma answered back to her cousin.
"So you'll be living here now. I have to say, Emma, I'm so so sorry about what happened. I could never imagine loosing my parents, but I'm glad that we are the ones that you are going to live with," Erica told her nervously. Erica always had the feeling that Emma didn't like her for some reason, they got along, had fun, but weren't exceptionally close.
"I know, thanks, I'll try to adjust," Emma said giving Erica a smile of satisfaction. She didn't know why she was smiling at everyone, it was her day of grief, she wasn't supposed to support the people, no matter how conceited it was.
"Well," Erica said nervously, "I'll go now, see ya."
"Bye," Emma told her quietly watching the door close.
This was her new life. In a few hours all of the people downstairs would be gone and she would be stuck in Westchester for another two years, until she finished high school, living with Monica, Chandler, Jack, and Erica. She had a summer ahead of her, and a new school in the fall. She had lost her parents but had to move on and live her life. Her mother wanted her to be happy.
With a sigh she headed back downstairs to say goodbye to the remaining people, putting the funeral behind her, her parent's deaths just the beginning of everything.
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Emma tried to shut herself out of all the voices surrounding her, but it was hard. Everyone was coming up to her trying to console the poor girl. But their words didn't help, they didn't lose their parents. Even Ben, who lost his father still had two other parents, and he was already an adult and he didn't have to drastically change his life.
She was back at Monica and Chandler's house in Westchester for the reception after the funeral. Emma was a stone during the whole funeral, she still in complete shock and wasn't able to get any tears out until the burial when the tears flooded out after all that shock that she couldn't even watch and could barely breathe as her parents bodies, in coffins, were placed into the ground. So many people came to the funeral, many of them Emma knew and loved dearly, others she just knew, some she didn't even know. Some people that on any other occasion she would be extremely curious about meeting, she barely noticed. They included her mother's ex-fiancé Barry, her father's ex-wife Emily who came with her new husband, and her Aunt Monica's ex-boyfriend and a friend of her grandparents, Richard Burke. None of them came back to the reception, but many others did.
Monica made a sad, but beautiful speech about the love story of Ross and Rachel at the funeral. She knew them both so well. Ross and Rachel were buried side by side in their hometown of Long Island, at a cemetery that accepted all faiths, since neither was extremely religiously Jewish.
Everyone was gathered downstairs of Monica's house, eating, talking, and remembering. Emma headed out of the crowd in a part of downstairs where only a few people mingled. She sat down at one of the chairs blankly staring into a wall, her mind blocked with too many thoughts. She barely noticed when a person approached her.
"Hey," Ben said to his sister sitting down next to her.
"Hey," She replied just glancing at him.
Emma wasn't close to her half brother, who was eight years older than her. They never lived together, and didn't see each other much. But they were the only sibling each other had, and they had both just lost the same wonderful father.
"It's hard to believe it right?" Ben asked her sitting a can of Coke.
"Yeah," Emma nodded looking at him.
Ben shifted his position on the chair. He was never that comfortable talking to Emma; he didn't have much to say to her, they didn't have anything in common, but their father.
"Listen Em, I know that you will be living here now but if you need to come back to the city and see your friends, or you just miss it, my place is always welcome. I am your brother and I want to be able to provide you with some support. It's hard for both of us. In many ways you knew dad so much better than I did, I never lived with him, but you did, I'm hoping we can talk more and provide each other with more memories of dad and of Rachel."
Emma smiled genuinely at him, he really was trying to be there for her, and as horrible as the situation would be it might actually bring them closer together.
"Thanks Ben, it really means a lot to me, I swear," she told him getting up. "I should walk around now, I know people want to talk to me, and I might as well get in over with."
Emma walked back into the main room where the crowd was slowly getting loose.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, turning around she noticed it was her aunt Amy. Amy was now a successful fashion designer, specializing in children's design. She was married to a lawyer who was a decade older than her and she had adopted his two children, Jane and Sam, and they had their own newborn daughter Melody. They lived in a penthouse on Park Avenue and were very happy with their life.
"Emma sweetie, your mom and I weren't the closest of sisters and I know that Monica will always be the aunt that you are closest to, but I am also your aunt, and I love you. I'm so sorry for everything that has happened, if anything talk to me," Amy smiled down at her remembering the day she got Emma's ears pierced, shocking Rachel.
"I know that Amy, thanks. And I'll visit you, I promise!" Emma said to her waving away as she walked to get a drink of water.
This was the hardest day of her life, but she tried to get it past her and understand what her new life was about to be like. She was moving from a huge, famous city to Westchester. She would not be attending her private school with her friends, instead she would enroll as a junior at George Washington High School, a big suburban stereotypical public school.
Emma looked up the stairs that led to the second floor. She had been in this house so many times, since she was a toddler, spending many weekends, even a month once staying over, but she never imagined that she would have to live there without her mom and dad. Emma headed up the stairs into the guest room in the end of the hall. She opened the door to find that a lot of her stuff was already there. Someone must have packed it for me she thought. The room was smaller than her room at home, but it was nice, she would get used to it. She sat on the bed picking up a photo album that was on top of one of her boxes.
She opened it up to find a picture of her at four years old as a flower girl at her parents wedding. She remembered that day so well, she was so happy. Emma started crying, closing the album, she couldn't bare to look at it, it was killing her. She laid herself down on the bed letting herself cry, she was allowed to, if anyone was allowed to cry today it was her.
She heard a knock on the door. Quickly wiping her tears away with the back of her hand she sat up and called,
"Come in."
The door opened and a tall girl of fourteen with dirty blonde hair and a pixie face came in.
"Hey," she told Emma, sitting down next to her on the bed.
"Hey," Emma answered back to her cousin.
"So you'll be living here now. I have to say, Emma, I'm so so sorry about what happened. I could never imagine loosing my parents, but I'm glad that we are the ones that you are going to live with," Erica told her nervously. Erica always had the feeling that Emma didn't like her for some reason, they got along, had fun, but weren't exceptionally close.
"I know, thanks, I'll try to adjust," Emma said giving Erica a smile of satisfaction. She didn't know why she was smiling at everyone, it was her day of grief, she wasn't supposed to support the people, no matter how conceited it was.
"Well," Erica said nervously, "I'll go now, see ya."
"Bye," Emma told her quietly watching the door close.
This was her new life. In a few hours all of the people downstairs would be gone and she would be stuck in Westchester for another two years, until she finished high school, living with Monica, Chandler, Jack, and Erica. She had a summer ahead of her, and a new school in the fall. She had lost her parents but had to move on and live her life. Her mother wanted her to be happy.
With a sigh she headed back downstairs to say goodbye to the remaining people, putting the funeral behind her, her parent's deaths just the beginning of everything.
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