The Unheard of case
Chelsea sat at her bedroom floor staring at photos of her friend, Maggy Lin. A single tear went down her face as a flashback took place.
Vroom vroom vroom
A lone figure, dead, on the street.
A knock at the door.
Chelsea looked up and saw her mother, a comforting figure, standing there.
‘Chelsea, I know it’s hard, but she’s gone.”
Chelsea looked at her mother with longing eyes.
“I want to bring her back.” She whispered
“I know….” Chelsea’s mom sat next to Chelsea, “but some things you just can’t fix. You can’t rewrite time, Chelsea.”
Chelsea felt her eyes start to water.
“Can we go to her grave tomorrow?” Chelsea struggled to say grave.
“Of course.” Chelsea’s mom stood up, “Now Chelsea, no more moping. Time for dinner.”
Chelsea reluctantly stood up and dragged her feet down the stairs to dinner.
<TO BE CONTINUED>