Every action has a reaction. That's what they had all learned that day the hard way. They went from regular teenagers, doing what they do best, teasing, to weeping faces on the six o'clock news. Cameras in their faces and their names in the headlines became a regular part of life after that day, if they could even call it life…

Raven's Day-

Dressed in black, Raven looked out of her bedroom and saw what seemed like a sea of reporters on her lawn. She lowered the blinds and shuddered on the inside, knowing she couldn't stay there, safe in her room forever.

'Who among us can even say that they have forever?' Raven asked herself.

"Come in," she said after hearing a knock at the door. Her mother and father stood there, also dressed in black and ready to go.

"I left the engine running. We've gotta go," Victor said.

Raven took a look at her blinds and imagined how badly the people on the other side would harass her today.

He mother went to her and pulled her into a hug. "You know, you don't have to go if you don't want to. I'm sure they'll understand."

"No, Mom," Raven started, "I have to. Th…This is just something I have to do."

Chelsea's Day-

Chelsea sat on her bed clutching a pillow to her chest. "He can't be gone. He just can't be," she said to her Aunt. "I saw him. He was standing there, alive one second, and then…then…" she buried her face into her pillow.

"I know it's hard for you to understand, Chelsea, but it's life. People are going to come in to it and people are going to leave," Jenny explained.

As she said this, a few people came to Chelsea's mind. Her mom. Her dad. Her, ex, the love of her life.

Jenny took a seat on the bed. "Look, are you sure you want to go to this? Dr. McLeod said that you should avoid these types of situations, if you want to get better," she reminded Chelsea.

"I'm sure. I can't miss this. I have to be there."

Almost the entire 12th grade showed up for the funeral. People from Bayside who never even got a chance to meet Ben showed up.

Raven arrived there early with her family. She was a little creeped out to be in the midst of so many tombstones, but found if even creepier how the same people from her front lawn arrived there before her.

'They'll never let anyone rest, will they?' she asked herself.

Her and her family took their seats at the front, close to the Sturky family. The mother didn't look like she could control herself. The father wrapped his arms around her and tried to get her to calm down, but he didn't look as if he had it all together himself.

A middle-aged man dressed in black with a white priest's collar at the front began to speak.

'This is my fault,' Raven said to herself. 'If I hadn't used him to make Chelsea jealous—if I hadn't broken up with her in the first place…'

'Why did I tease him like I did?' Shane asked himself. 'I'm such an asshole. He shouldn't be dead right now…'

'I killed him,' thought Mr. Petruccelli. 'How hard was it to remember a one-syllable name?'

"Now, would anyone like to say a few words?" asked the priest.

The crowd looked around at each other. For a moment, it looked like no one was going to come forward, but then Mr. Sturky stood up. As he made his way to the front, he bowed his head at his sons closed casket and whispered something inaudible.

He stood in front of hundreds of people, a broken-hearted man. Mr. Sturky wiped his eyes as he looked up to the sky, trying to figure out what to say.

"Ben was…" he started, but his voice cracked and for a second, the thought that he'd lost it. "Ben…" he ran his fingers through his graying hair. He took a deep breath and somewhat pulled himself together for a while. "I remember when Ben was a little kindergartener. I…I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up. He said to me, 'I wanna be a bajillionaire, Daddy.' And I remember asking him why. 'Why do you want to be a bajillionaire?'" He was starting to breakdown again, but who could blame him? "And then he looked up at me with his bright eyes and said, 'Because I want to buy a big house and every day I could throw parties for all of my friends!' Well, Benjamin never had any parties. Not one. Who would come? The teens sitting here today?" Anger was staring to build. Everyone could hear it in his voice.

A few people began to shift uncomfortably in their seats. No one who knew Ben dared to do anything like cough or anything else that would direct attention over to them. Not at that moment. It was too scary.

"You guys weren't his friends. You're his murderers! You killed him, all of you!" Mr. Sturky yelled. As his eyes lowered to the casket, so did his voice. "That was my boy. My little boy. He may have been 'Stinky Sturky' to you kids…" He began to get even more choked up, "but that's my son lying in that coffin. You killed my son!" And then finally, he burst into full bawling. "You killed my son!"

To the rescue, his brothers, Liam and Chuck, came. Chuck, a man much taller and stronger than him came and got Mr. Sturky and led him back to his seat next to his grieving wife.

Liam tried to get things back on track. "I'm glad all you kids could be here for this, because I'm sure that's what my nephew would have wanted. All he wanted was to be surrounded by friends and now he is," he began.

A few people in the crown smiled. Even though she still felt like garbage, Raven found this comforting to know. Her head began to wander around, she looked behind her was surprised to see those familiar brown eyes and long red hair only two rows behind her.

"I was talking to my son last night. He's only five years old and he asked my why he couldn't see his favorite cousin anymore. So I began to explain to him as best as I could what death was. I even told him that it was going to happen to me. He cried and said that he wished I could have a hundred million days and a hundred million hours and seconds left so we could be together. And I said to him something I hope he never forgets: Don't count the time. Make the time count. Who really knows how much time we have left on this earth? It doesn't matter. All that really matters is that we make sure we do the best we can in that amount of time," Liam said.

Raven turned around again and looked at Chelsea who was looking at her.

"The last time I saw Ben, I never said anything thing like 'I love you,' or 'take care of yourself.' I never imagined it would be the last time I saw him. I guess I took him for granted, and I'm so sorry for that. But I can't dwell on it. There are people who are still living in my life that need love and attention, just like in yours. People, I urge you, if there's anyone in your family, a friend, a boyfriend or girlfriend—anyone, if you love them, but haven't told them that yet, then do it now! You never know when's the last time you're going to see them."

Raven and Chelsea continued to look at each other, but paid attention to Liam's words.

"Once again I'm glad to see you all here today. There are people I've never seen before. Bayside students and family. People I haven't seen for years. And although it's great we're all here," he paused to look at the casket and then everyone else, "it shouldn't take something like death to bring us all together."

Everyone stood around the empty grave with the casket suspended above it.

The priest began to say a few last words. "O God, who's beloved Son did take little children into his arms and bless them: Give us grace, we beseech thee, to entrust this child Benjamin, to thy never-failing care and love, and bring us all to thy heavenly kingdom…"

The crying was so loud from some people, especially the mother, that the priest was almost completely drowned out. As the casket began to lower, all hell broke loose in her heart and mind.

"He's not dead," she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Give me back my baby!" she attempted to jump in after him, but her husband and in-laws held her back.

"Karen, he's gone. You have to let him go."

"No" she almost managed to overpower the three men. It was almost like she had superhuman strength, but most people knew what it really was. The rage of a grieving mother.

They finally managed to hold her back tightly. She stopped struggling when she realized it was hopeless, but still quietly said, "Let me hold my son."

Just to ensure that the day stayed miserable, it began to rain after the funeral had ended. As people started to run for their cars, Raven stood still, true to her vision, Chelsea was approaching her.

"Raven, I think we need to talk," she said.

"Talk about what?" raven asked.

Chelsea opened her mouth to say something, but the words never came out. She was cut off.

"Chelsea, hey," said Justin.

She didn't look at him or respond.

"Look, I really need to talk to you. It's important."

"Actually," Chelsea said, "I'm kind of doing something right now."

"You know what, you two? You have all the time in the world," Raven said. She turned around and started walking towards her family's car, fed up. Just the sight of Justin made her want to hit someone.

'They can have each other,' Raven thought. 'I hope they're happy together.'

"So then why to I feel this bad?"

A/N: I actually wrote this chapter the day after I posted chapter 11. I was waiting until I got enough reviews to go on and post this one, but it didn't look like it was going to happen, hence the early post. I hope I haven't lost my readers. Writting is fun, but if no one is reading, then it get's kind of pointless after a while.