A/n– PLEASE READ ALL AUTHOR'S NOTES PLEASE! This may be bad because I am going to write this while I have a case of writer's block, hopefully I will lose it during this. Hannah's pov challenges me, I dislike it a lot, yet I love Hannah's character. This is part two of the funeral, so yeah hope you like it!

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Disclaimer: Hey guys! It's me, HoaLotsAtla . . . (silence) okay then, so I just wanted you to know that the disclaimer is dead because it dissed me by saying that I don't own hoa! Saddening right? So I checked the legal files and its true! so this is the best I can ever come to owning it. I also checked all the music in here, I don't own that either. So I'm going to give you the story, then go cry.

Hannah's pov picking up Anubis kids at airport, half an hour later from the last ch.!

After thinking about the pass two weeks filled with misery, music, and a broken heart, silent tears were running down my face. I haven't said a single word in two weeks, if it wasn't singing. Today is the day were I'm going to break that silence. Of course I'll be saying a speech for the only one who has ever been there for me. Okay maybe I'm exaggerating. Can you blame me?

Speaking of exaggerating, I'm not the only who does it. Nina broke her promise, she didn't come back. She left me. All alone. This is all her fault!

I really need to stop exaggerating. This Nina's kidnapper's fault! Yet I can't find someone to take out my pain on. For some reason I don't believe Nina was kidnapped, so why would she leave me? Which is also why I'm taking out my anger at her.

Nina was almost the only person who knew me so well. Angela also knew me that well. And so did Nathaniel. Speaking of friends, Nathaniel is no exception when I said my whole class was coming. Yeah, the cutest, kindest, kid was coming to Nina's funeral. If you still haven't figured it out, I have a crush on Nathaniel!

When Nathaniel found out about what happened to Nina, he gave me a shoulder to cry on. He even let a few tears drop too. Then he told me what happened to his gramma, how she died in a car accident.

He said that he remembered when he fell off the trampoline and no one was there except his horrible babysitter who had no clue what to do. And when Nina heard the screams, she was right there, helping him.

I almost forgot about that day. Nina had dragged me out of the house, panicking. Then Nathaniel's babysitter asked for her help, and explained what happened. She stopped panicking, but got into a really serious mood. Nathaniel was lucky he didn't break his leg.

This was when I recognized my feelings for him.

Nina, why did you leave me? Why? I don't believe you were kidnapped. So why don't you tell me the real story. . .

I know she didn't willingly leave. I know she wasn't kidnapped. But it's the only logical explanation.

Stop. Just stop, Hannah. You really need to.

The tears want to come down, it hurts so bad. Maybe just one. . .

No, stand in the rain Hannah, stand in the rain.

I sighed. The more I think of Nina the more lyrics I get stuck in my head. Like for example, the whole entire song of Stand in the Rain!

"The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down

[CHORUS]
So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, what's lost can be found
You stand in the rain"

I sighed again, this is gonna be a long funeral . . . filled with music.

Maybe one day, Nina will be found. . .

That may just be my new goal. When I'm twenty I'll travel to Britain. I'll find Nina's kidnapper. Let's see, that would be during the summer after my first year of college.

I cling to that. That maybe one day Nina will come back. One day justice will come. And I can rest.

"Flight two-one-one, Britain, has arrived," called one of the staff members.

"Oh, that's them!" Gran said, perky as ever, when she saw eight people together. Seven kids (a/n Joy stayed home!), and one in her late forties or early fifties. And the most obvious give away, the blond girl, who if this wasn't a funeral, would most likely be in all pink. Considering her bags were all pink. I'm surprised she didn't dye her hair pink.

Gran started to walk over there, I sighed and followed.

"Hi, are you Anubis House?" Gran questioned.

"Yes we are, I'm guessing your Nina's Gran," when Gran nodded, she continued, "I'm Trudy, this is Fabian," she said pointing to a guy with brown hair, he look horrible, by that I mean he looked utterly forlorn. So that's the famous Fabian, Gran and I've heard so much about. Well he may not be that bad.

"Alfie," she said pointing to a black person. He looked sad, but gave a smile.

"Amber," she said pointing to the blond. She nodded, then turned to me-she seemed to be the only one to notice me- "Omigosh! You look just like Nina! Awesome sense of style!" Her peppy voice annoyed me, but she seemed nice, and when I looked her in the eyes, I could see behind the mask.

Wow, they actually look like they care. . .

"This is Mick," Trudy said gesturing to the blond boy, who looked like a jock. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw him eating an apple. I could tell him, and the other girl next to him with the dark hair weren't as close to Nina as the rest were. The girl next to him was introduced as Mara.

The guy to Mara's right was Jerome. He had sandy, dirty blond hair. He also had this air of a too big ego around him. But right now, that ego seemed to be gone. He nodded, instead of saying "hello".

And next to him, was a girl with highlights in her hair, she seemed like someone I would be friends with. Serious definitely, something I appreciate. She was Patricia.

"Well, as you know I'm Nina's Gran, and you can just call me Gran. This is Hannah," Gran said pointing to me, "she's Nina's cousin, and she hasn't been talking ever since we found out about Nina," Gran finished. And I slowly nodded my head confirming what she said.

When we were walking, when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned around to see Fabian. A week ago I would've had to suppress myself from making a face, but now seeing these Brits in person, made my feelings change about them. I felt pity for them, for me, and for Nina.

"Trust me, I know I feel the same way. I've barley talked in the pass month. How are your teachers dealing with your silent treatment? Mine went nuts," he gave a small smile at the end.

I had to stop myself from giggling, unfortunately, though, I got away with a smile. I shook my head, "same."

One word. That's all it took. I broke out of my silent treatment, my hope basically flew out the door, and the tears surfaced. And I was right, if one tear was out, all of them were.

My hope is gone, but I know one day I'll be able to hope again. It's going to take a longer time. No one can comfort me-well almost no one- and there will be no music sessions this time.

No one heard me except Fabian and Amber, they each gave me a hug. Knowing no matter how many words they said, nothing will help. Words don't mean nothing, actions do. You may say you love someone, but it will take a lifetime to show it. Or maybe you never said 'I love you,' to the one you truly loved. That's because you didn't have to. Right now Fabian and Amber get that.

Jerome came over real quick and ruffled my hair, along with Patricia. And I almost died from Alfie's bear hug! When I first saw all these people together, I had no clue how they were so close. They didn't seem alike in anyway. But now I realize that they don't look on the outside, like I did, they look on the inside.

After that we all got in the car. No one was talking. We all were basically dead ourselves. Gran, not being one for sadness, turned on the radio for some cheeriness. Unfortunately it wasn't on the best of songs.

"Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello, I am your mind giving you someone to talk to
Hello
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
Hello I am the lie living for you so you can hide Don't cry Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

Hello, I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday." I sang.

I guess that song has been me in the past two weeks. At first no one told me she was gone, possibly dead. Then with Gran's heart attack I talked to people, but I couldn't tell the truth to them, I could only talk to my mind. When I read the letter I refused to believe, I couldn't. I thought it was just a horrible nightmare.

That was when Gran started the therapy again. I was just a tool to fix when it came to those annoying folks. I'm perfectly fine.

I held onto the lie that Nina is still alive. Heck, I still am, well I'm starting to lose hope. . .

I always have one thought running in my head, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. . . And just now, I know that I'm not sleeping, this isn't just a horrible dream, my cousin is dead. Finally those words have sunk in.

All I have left of her is yesterday, the past, memories.

Gran quickly stopped my Evanescence cd. Then she continued to change it to the pop channel. I stopped listening. Peppy pop? No thanks. Seriously these people are supposed to be role models, yet all they talk about is sex, most of the time anyways.

Before I realized it we were in the meadow. Nina's meadow. Nina discovered it and loved it. It was her's. Always her's. I looked around at everyone. The whole town was here. For two reasons. The first being this was a small town, so basically everyone knows everyone and everything.

The second reason is because Nina was always volunteering for everyone. Always giving back. Everyone knew her, and everyone loved her plain and simple.

Everyone looked at least slightly upset, some not even bothering to pretend. I sighed.

"Be nice, Hanns," Gran said using Nina's nickname for me.

"Gran! Some of these people don't even care! I mean look at that idiot, he's smiling," I said gritting my teeth, trying not to snap at Gran, but I hate it when people just come to comfort girls, and try to get a date. Grr.

"Maybe someone told him a joke," Gran said trying to be positive.

"Sure," I muttered under my breath.

When we got out I was crowded by my classmates. One things for sure, everyone in my class was grateful to Nina. For example, Nay Nay (Nathaniel) with his leg, Nina saved Angela's cat from a tree (which is how we became friends), Jake had this antique toy car worth thousands of dollars that he broke, and Nina fixed, Alyssa once lost her doll in the lake, and Nina went in fully clothed, going twelve feet under, and got it. And she did more.

Eventually the crowd went away, and I was left with my two best friends. Nate and Angela. The people who would miss Nina the most, besides her family and -swallowing my pride- the Brits.

Funerals are horrible. Especially in this town. "If you cared and nobody cried, if everyone loved, and no body lied, if everyone shared, and swallowed their pride" (A/n tell me the song I took this from and ill give you a shout out or a one-shot your choice! XD) then maybe funerals wouldn't be half bad. But this town is absolutely the opposite. People are so dramatic, because tv isn't enough, no one can trust anyone because if they do, they might have let their biggest secret slip out to everyone. People lie all the time, if your different, well that's not the best thing. And everyone has an ego the size of the world.

Not a happy place.

Not everyone's like that, just the originals. By 'originals' I mean the founding families. So full of themselves.

Then Angela, Nathaniel, and I got into a normal conversation. I introduced Anubis House. At first they were shocked by me speaking, then they were happy.

"Why?" Angela asked me a few minutes later after everyone was introduced, knowing fully well, that I would know what she's talking about.

"Fabian made me smile, and I guess because, I can't stay wallowed up in misery forever," I replied, not knowing exactly what made me talk. They just nodded.

"By the way guys you look awesome," I said. It was true. If I didn't know Angela as well as I do, wouldn't have known that her outfit was just made up of a slightly baggy tank top- it was a beautiful purple, not light but not violet- with a belt under her chest, and a lacy black skit, with flowers. It looked designer perfect. The shirt also complimented her ocean eyes well. (On my profile)

Nathaniel was just wearing a normal tuxedo, but looked dashing if I do say so myself. Nothing special.

"So do you," they chorused together. I didn't think it was much, just a black dress with lace covering it in flowers. (Profile!) My hair was in a messy bun so part of my hair fell down, yet not all. It looked pretty good still.

The service started then.

It was the usual. Boring. Too much talking. Meaningless.

Nathaniel told his story. Angela told her's. Gran told her's. I was the last one to go. What to say, what to say. I had no clue but I knew it would come. That's when I got it.

"Nina was my cousin, someone I looked up. When I lost my mother, no one could comfort me. I was hurt and I blamed life. I hurt people. Especially Nina. Those of you who know our relationship, it wasn't always happy. Once my mom died, and I came to live with my Gran, I had locked myself up. Nina tried getting through all the barriers. It took a while but I was warming up to her. On better days we would joke, tease, and chase each other. Other days it was back to square one. It seemed like I couldn't trust anyone, those were the days when I wandered from Nina. I put up the barriers again. Yet somehow Nina always managed to break through them. One day I came home from school and I was mad. Cruel words he used, calling my parents "stupid". I had planned to ask Nina what I should do, knowing fully well that I was opening up to her. She had helped me, and wether or not I liked it, I was starting to trust her. I knew she would never leave me. Maybe that's why this hurt so much."

"Anyways," I continued, "she was working on her physics homework, and was frustrated. Physics was never her best subject," I chuckled slightly, "I laughed at her frustration, and she started teasing me, also knowing I was upset, she always knew. Always. Anyways we started chasing each other then. I decided to go hide in the basement and somehow Nina was in before I could shut the door. I ran threw the bathroom, spilling water, causing Nina to fall down. But before I could escape, she got me again. She told me to confess, and I did, crying at the end. Nina gave me a little squeeze then left me. I was confused, why would she leave me? I decided to follow her. She started playing 'Missing' by Evanescence. That's how the music sessions started. That's how I grew up, and even though the pain of my parents death lingers, nina made it better. Now I wonder if I'll ever feel better. Without Nina I'm not sure if I'll be able to feel again. Somehow I know I will, it'll just be harder." I finished.

After that I walked over to Nina's grave a placed a red tulip in the center. "Red tulips," she had told me once after giving me two, one for me, and one for my parents grave, "mean undying love." She had grinned, and pulled me into a hug.

About half an hour later only Gran, the Brits, Angela, and Nathaniel were left. Angela decided to sleep over and since Nathaniel lived a few houses away he was just going to go home when it was time to go to bed.

That night was great, considering the mood and everything. Angela and I sang, played video games, jumped on the trampoline, and everyone exchanged stories. These Brits are funny!

After a few days the Brits left, I tried to recover, and everything else went almost back to normal . . .

Nina pov:

I saw the whole thing. Everyone crying, Hannah's annoyance with life just like after her parents died. Hannah's speech touched me and everyone looked amazing. I almost thought I could -with just sheer will power- get out of this stupid locket and kiss Fabian! I smiled when I saw Hannah put a red tulip in my grave.

I sang when they did, laughed when they did, and cried when they did. The only thing that was missing was well, me.

Sometime just before bed I got to see Patricia and Jerome go out. Jerome had brought Patricia on a moon light picnic! It was so romantic, and they almost kissed!

Come on put me out of my misery! I've been watching you two flirt and date for two weeks now! It took long enough just for Jerome to ask her out!

Eventually I started getting dizzy and went to bed . . .

A/N– ok SUPER SORRY that I havent updated in almost TWO WEEKS! I'm SOOOOOO SORRY I got this HORRIBLE writer's block. . . grrrrr. Also I had a project due :/ not fun. Oh well. So school is starting but I'll try and update as often as I can! I'm soooo sorry though. So that's it. I'll make it up to you guys somehow!

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