Chapter 2
Funerals are ruthless in planning; Serah and I knew nothing on how to plan one let alone our parents. From flowers to guests to time and dates it became hard for us to figure out what had to happen. But luckily The Snow Family was willing to help. Michelle Snow the mother and Jackson Snow the father, and they had an 18 year old son whose first name was ironically named Snow.
Snow a big guy, easily over 6'4 he had shaggy blonde hair and vivid blue eyes. He always wore a black bandana on his head and a trench coat. "Hey Claire, how are you?" Snow asked as he walked past me and straight into my sister's room. I stared flabbergasted as the door closed on me and Michelle.
"What are you doing?!" I glared at the door.
"Watch Claire, he will marry Serah." Michelle laughed at her own personal joke as I seethed. "Leave them alone, you know he won't hurt her." I looked at Michelle and shook my head. She was wearing a yellow sun dress as her platinum blonde hair was pulled in a high bun her vivid blue eyes smiled at me.
"I don't want him near her, Snow is a bad influence." I grumbled under my breath.
"Maybe," She smiled as she put the grocery on the kitchen counter. "Food for this week so you girls can eat, you both are to skinny for your own good."
"Thank you Mrs. Snow." She nodded and started to put groceries away in the different cabinets. The awkwardness seemed to seep into the air as we both stood there. "My husband and I talked about the Funeral. We figured we would handle it and then we can focus on what to do with you girls."
"What do you mean 'do with us girls'?" I spoke softly as I looked into her eyes.
"Well Claire, you can't take care of yourself. You are only 18. Plus you have school and Serah has to finish. I looked to see if there were any other relatives but it seems that you don't." She coughed and looked away to hide her embarrassment. "So Jackson and I both decided we should put you, and Serah in a foster home."
Time seemed to still as I looked up at her face. I'm not sure if seconds ticked by or if minutes ticked by. But I do know I screamed. "NO!" I roared "I will not put my sister in a home!" I glared at Michelle. "I will take care of it but I will not put us in a home and I will not let someone else make that decision."
Michelle looked taken aback from my outburst of energy. "How do you know what's right? Again you are 18, a kid, Claire. You can barely handle this, how will you feed Serah and yourself? Who will pay the bills? How do you know what to do!?" Michelle's pale blue eyes bored into mine.
"I'll figure it out. I'm going for a walk." I grabbed my coat and walked to the door before she would object to my sudden flight. Little did I know that walk would bring me closer to the answers I so desperately sought.