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Wildest Dreams|Chapter 4: Proof

Mon, 02 Sep 2024 01:00:03 +0000

Skye's POV

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I've always been a happy girl, for the most part. I love art. Expressing myself.

Literally all my inner joy had been vacuumed dry from my body when he died. I felt like someone had thrown away the vacuum bag and left my happiness to rot in a dumpster.

Joel was my best friend. And Erico, of course. They've both been by my side since we were little kids, 3 or 4. We'd been friends for 10 years. I knew the hardships Joel had been through. I went to Tyla Walker's funeral. I cried. I felt Joel's grief. Now, my closest friend had died. Because of himself.

I can't imagine how Eric feels. I was always so close to Joel, but they were closer. WAY closer, if you know what I mean. So the day of his funeral, I put on my long black dress and weave dark purple yarn through my braid. I only wear dark colors when I feel like the world has lost all its light and I can't possibly wear anything beautiful.

Fast forward a few days. I've been wearing dark colors everyday for a week. And now, Eric and I are staring into the pale blue eyes of Joel's oldest sister. She let's us in and we go to the site of the incident. In the living room, on their white fluffy rug. The Walker's house is WAY too white, beige, and grey. Their idea of a splash of color is a tan tapestry. I wish I had my art supplies so I could add ACTUAL splashes of color on their paper white walls. Eric somberly pulls out a bunched up Post-It. He shoves it into my hands, averting his eyes from it. Like he's afraid if he looks at it'll hurt him. "E.R.J. J.B.W. S.E.J....Huh?"

Then I realize. Erico Rio Jimenez. Joel Bryan Walker. Skye Eloise Jeon. I smiled slightly when I see a eenie weeny, teeny tiny little heart with even smaller words scribbled in Joel's messy scrawl. I look closer and almost scream at what I see. There's a bloody fingerprint on the back of the note. I can't even talk, so I show Amber and Eric. Their faces turn pale.

Amber runs to get a resealable plastic bag and gloves for all of us. She pulls on the latex gloves then takes the piece of yellow paper from my hands and places it carefully in the bag. She exhales and says, "This is very important evidence. The police can probably tell if he was..." Her face tells us what she means.

Murdered.

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We frantically search the rug for anymore evidence. "EUREKA!! A RING!" I screech when I find a really pretty wedding ring crusted with amethysts and diamonds. Eric looks at me, then the ring. "Isn't it so gorgeous? I wanna keep it," I gush, but Amber, crushing my hopes and dreams as usual, plucks it from my fingers and places it in a small plastic bag. I grumble but say nothing. So far, we've found the ring, a pebble and a strand of orange and red hair. I suddenly remember my dad's client, She had..

"Oh my god. Lilith Genaro. She has red hair and a ring similar to that one, I think," Eric sputters, obviously shocked. "That can't be right," Amber sighs. I wanted to believe our kind but very sad neighbor was totally innocent. She didn't exactly strike me as the type of woman who'd kidnap young men after a suicide attempt, make everyone think he was dead, make everyone depressed and mopey, and wreak general havoc.

Amber had always looked up to Genaro, considering she was her teacher when Amber was in 8th grade. She still went to her house once in a while. She really liked her. Yet she looks hesitant, unsure if her former teacher and role model could be a crazy murderer or not. So, a few hours later, we're at the police station, going over the evidence with the lead detective, Mr. Lincoln. He told us to come back tomorrow.

When we come back to the house, we go into Joel's room. Eric tenderly touches almost everything, from his pencil case to his jewelry box. I start giggling hysterically when I recall the time when Joel and his best friend snuck out to get their ears pierced.

Like the secret psychic he is, Eric looks at me and says, "Remember a couple years ago, man, I think we were... 12? I remember walking up to the jewelry store, holding his hand, and we were both squealing over all the earrings we could wear. I was like, 'I wanna get some super glamorous diamond fancy studs,' and he said he was gonna buy little gold hoops. When it was our turn, as soon as we felt the needle go through our earlobes, we both screamed so loud everyone stared at us. We ran into the bathroom and shrieked again when we saw our super red ears. It was so hilarious." We all burst into laughter and I think this is the first time we've been happy in weeks.

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Wildest Dreams |Chapter 3: The Funeral

Sun, 01 Sep 2024 19:07:36 +0000

After he fell, all 5 of us scrambled in different directions, trying to find things to help him. I went to call the ambulance. His dad ran to find the first aid kit. Austin raced to Joel's bedroom and came back down with a pillow. Amber zoomed to the pantry for some reason. Maybe she thought a cookie would help revive Joel. Emma Leigh upstairs. I don't know what she was doing.

When we gathered back in the living room, he was gone. He'd fallen on the rug and the only thing that remained of his presence was a small note with the letters "E.R.J J.B.W. S.E.J". Both of our initials. Along with our best friend Skye's. I picked it up, in shock, and studied it. Joel had drawn a tiny heart with even tinier, unintelligible words in it. We were all too stunned to even cry.

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So you see, dear reader, why I am currently crying my eyeballs out.

The incident was 2 weeks ago. The funeral is today.

I get up and dig through my closet to find my black suit. Ugh, I think when I finally find it. It's even uglier than I remember. But it doesn't even matter.

Today will be a day to celebrate the life of my beloved, darling, beautiful best friend. More than just my best friend. I remember how the police have been working so hard on the case of what happened to him. His coffin will be empty because we never found Joel's body. The small optimistic part of me suggests that he might be somewhere out there, alive. The massive pessimistic part of me says to forget about it. The love of my life is dead. I will never again love a boy as much as him.

My bedroom door suddenly opens and my mom walks in and hugs me.

"I'm so sorry, mijo. I know Joel loved you from the bottom of his heart. But, I do too." She gives me a kiss on top of my head and I start sobbing uncontrollably, again. She wipes my tears away and I try to gather myself together. A few minutes later, I finally do.

After a long, depressing drive to the funeral home, we're there. The sun is shining so brightly. I feel like it's mocking us. I almost lose it again when I see the memorial flyer thingies they're handing out. I grab one hesitantly.

It says:

"JOEL BRYAN WALKER

Joel was a smart, kind, lovable 13 and a half year old boy. He was very loved at his Junior High school and had many friends. On May 23, 2024, he committed suicide and will be greatly missed, specially by his family and boyfriend."

Below this information is a picture of him on the first day of 8th grade, grinning widely and making a peace symbol. He's wearing his well-loved bright blue sweater with polka dots on it. He's also wearing his ripped dark blue jeans. I see myself in the background, talking to my friend Skye.

Tears build up in my eyes and I frantically blink them away. HE'S NOT DEAD!! HE'S NOT DEAD IF THEY DIDN'T EVEN FIND HIS BODY!!!! my optimistic side screams. When the ceremony starts, I hear hushed whispers.

"If he's dead why is the coffin empty?"

"They never found his body. It's a mystery."

"I miss him already.."

"Why did he kill himself?"

"I heard he was depressed. Maybe that's why."

"Poor Eric."

"I wonder if we'll also have a memorial at school."

"Oh yeah. Maybe they'll build a statue of him in the garden, where he loved to sit."

I can't watch the ceremony, half because I'm blinded with my tears, half because I am waaaay too depressed to listen. My dad shakes my arm softly. "Eric, are you gonna go up on the podium and say stuff?" My dad's always had a way with words. I nodded. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I walk up to the front of the crowd.

"H-Hello, everyone. I, uh... miss Joel a lot. He was the best boyfriend ever and I love- loved him a lot. But, I, umm............ I don't think he's dead," I blurt out. A few people gasped. "I think we should start a further investigation. I know police are working on the case, but we shouldn't have done a funeral for someone who still has a chance of being alive. It's not fair that we just gave up instead of trying to find him. If we all love Joel so much, why are we giving up? HE'S NOT DEAD!"

Oops. My optimistic side is showing a little more than I feel comfortable with. Everyone starts cheering like crazy, Joel's dad screaming the loudest. I catch a glimpse of Skye wiping tears from her eyes and smiling. I bow like a nerd and run back to my seat. My friends all give me high fives.

I still cry a lot though. There is of course a huge chance he's gone forever.

A few days later, Joel's gravestone is built in a beautiful cemetery, with huge weeping willows and forget-me-nots planted everywhere. When the grave is built, I sit down on the dirt in front of it. I trace his date of birth and "death" with my finger. I grab some of the flowers I brought and stick them into the ground. I smile, very satisfied with my impromptu garden. I lean against his stone and close my eyes. I feel strangely at peace, despite being surrounded with dead people.

Skye materializes next to me and scares the poop out of me when she says, "Hey, Eric." Today her long black hair is plaited with small, blue ribbons. She's wearing all dark, a sure sign of her sadness. I only ever saw her wear these colors when her pet bird died. Her dark brown eyes have bags under them. Seeing Skye like this makes me want to cry. I can't even recognize my bright, peppy friend. She sinks to the ground next to me and places her head on my shoulder. "I miss him," I say, my voice barely a whisper. "Me too."

"But he's not dead."

She looks at me with exasperation. "How do we know? Even if he isn't dead, he never even wanted to live!" Her harsh tone snaps me back to reality. She's right. He was unhappy. Maybe finding him would be going against his wishes. I try to shake those dreadful thoughts from my head. I focus on the way the sun shines through the leaves of the trees, making pretty patterns on the grass. I blink tears out of my eyes. I stand up and tell Skye to follow me. She looks up at her namesake and then back at me. She finally follows me.

I ring the Walker's doorbell. With a forced smile, Joel's oldest sister Amber opens the door. "Hi, Eric. Skye. What do you guys need?"

I looked Amber straight in her dark blue eyes. "We're gonna get Joel back." Her eyes flooded with tears. "I'm not going back to college until we find him."

So now we have a team and we're gonna bring our boy home.

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Idk why I'm giggling this was a depressing chapter man

Maybe it's because I have a plot twist coming up soon

STAY TUNED, TOH AND BOOKER AND ATHENA AND MY OTHER FANS OF MY STORY

Our Love story Chapter three

Sat, 17 Aug 2024 16:35:05 +0000

This story has LGBTQIA+,Blood, and romance. If you feel uncomfortable with this then you can click off the post.

Chapter Three

Amethyst

I walk to my closet and try to find clothes to wear to school. I grab a white tank top and an oversized light blue sweater. I pick out black shorts and tights. I brush my hair and brush my teeth and run downstairs. I decided to skip breakfast since there wouldn’t be enough time to eat.

I wait at my house for the bus to come. After a couple minutes of being soaked in the rain I finally get on the bus and sit down. After a couple bus stops I make it to school. I try to look for my two new friends Rowan and Zella. I wait at Zella’s locker. And I noticed a girl who looks like Zella come near me. “Hi Amethyst! It’s me, Zella.” She says. I stare in shock and I start blushing a little. “W-Woah Zella, your hair is beautiful.” I say in awe. “T-Thanks.” She stammers. We walk to class. Rowan takes his old seat back and I sit In the back. I can’t help but stare at Zella. This wasn’t the first time I did this. I did this yesterday too. Sometimes she would stare at me, her hazel eyes twinkling. I move my hair out of my face and finish the assignment. I was so glad we had a very short day of school today. I was thinking of inviting Zella so we could get Ice Cream or something. I sit down and start eating my lunch. All three of us talked about what we're gonna do this weekend. As the dismissal bell rings I asked Zella if she wanted to get ice cream with me and she agreed. She texts her mom saying she was coming to my house.

We sat down on the bus. “So, what ice cream will you get?” She says as she puts her white hair into a ponytail. “Birthday cake, I love birthday cake.” “Me too. It’s so good.” She exclaimed. We arrive at my house and walk inside. “Woah, your house is awesome.” “Thanks, want to see my baby sister?” “Yes.” She told me. We run upstairs and find my baby sister there. “SHE'S SO CUTE!” She squeals while picking her up. “I know.” I say. “What’s her name?” Zella asks me. “Luxe.” I tell her. Zella starts playing with Luxe for a little bit. An hour later we head off to town and go and get ice cream.

We sit down and talk and eat ice cream. And sit and talk about life and school. “What's your favorite subject?” “Definitely not math. I almost failed it in fourth grade. My mom almost grounded me if it weren’t for the A I’ve gotten on the hardest math test. Art is my favorite subject.” “Cool.” I tell her. “You will have to show me some of your drawings sometime.”

It’s been three months, and I have the feeling that I may be lesbian. I have had crushes on mostly girls. I don’t feel a love connection with boys. I have never had a crush on boys, it's been girls mostly. And I’m starting to feel I have a crush on Zella.

I walked up to Zella’s house for a sleepover and rang the doorbell. I hear a loud crash then the door opens. “Hi!” She squeals. “Hi! Where's Rowan?” “Upstairs I’m so excited.” She tells me. “Me too.” We run upstairs into her room. Her room was dark purple with wolf posters on the walls. She had a big “Warrior Cats" book collection. Her bed was pretty big, and she had it made with little wolf plushies on it. I got out my sleeping bag and set it down on the ground. “Hi Amethyst.” Rowan says. “Hey. What’s up?” “Nothing much. Is this your first time having a sleepover with Miss crazy?” He joked. “I AM NOT CRAZY HOW DARE YOU!” Zella joked angrily. We all started to laugh. “I’m going To go get some snacks.” A couple minutes later Zella came up with Pringles, M&M’s, Hershey chocolate, and marshmallows. We watched a very scary movie that was about two hours long. Rowan somehow fell asleep meanwhile me and Zella were hugging each other which gave me butterflies when I realized we were holding each other for the whole movie. We both blushed and pushed each other away. “Looks like it’s two.” “Oh, I should show you some of my drawings before we get to sleep.” She goes over to her desk and pulls out her sketchpad she shows me some of her drawings and I stare in awe. “WOAH, these are amazing.” “Thanks.” while she's talking, I accidentally put my hand on top of her hand without knowing. I blushed and quickly moved it. “Sorry.” “It's cool we should get to sleep.” “Yeah goodnight.” I get into my sleeping bag and stare at the ceiling. What would she do if I told her I liked her, I think to myself. I close my eyes and fall asleep.

Magic Academy chapter 3

Sun, 24 Dec 2023 01:02:04 +0000

Chapter three

When I hear it my heart stops in its tracks, my blood freezes, and my eyes widen to the size of saucers. I run to where it takes place. The voice sounds like my sister. I can't help but notice there she is lying there dead, unconscious. I check for a pulse but don’t seem to pick up one. “Get a doctor.” I say. “But.” One of the students nervously says. “JUST GET ONE NOW!” I scream tearfully. The headmaster runs to get a doctor. My dad said she was on the adventure. He lied to me. The doctor comes along and bandages her bloody wounds. They take her to the hospital. Fat hot tears start rolling down my cheeks. There's no way my sister will survive. “She’ll be okay. I'm sure of it. This school has the best doctors in the world.” A boy says to me. “You sure she had some really big wounds.” I say as I wipe away my tears. He puts his hand on my shoulder “Trust me she will.” He walks away. My father said he would never lie to me but he lied. He said everything would be okay but he was wrong about that too. Why am I even here? I think to myself. I walk back to my dorm. “What happened?” Iris asks me. “My sister got hurt real bad like she was bleeding.” I told her. “What that's horrible” I walk into my bedroom but I notice something on Iris’ clothes and it looks like blood.

Paisley Chevreaun ch3

Fri, 05 Aug 2016 11:21:30 +0000

DING DONG! The doorbell went. I was too excited to even breathe. So,
last time I wrote in this journal, my blind cousin Anabel was moving in
with us after her father became unemployed.

    So that ought to be my cuz coming through the door with my aunt and
uncle. They used to live a little farther away, so they didn't really
come over to our neighborhood much unless we had a family reunion or
holiday. And by farther away I mean like Canada.

    So you can see why my family gets excited to see them. Mom told me
to make sure that I showed I respected their sircumstances, because even
though I'M excited that we get to see more of them, THEY'RE only looking
at it as misfortune. It's one of the things my parents say that they
love about me, that I always stay on the positive side of things.

    But I mean, who wouldn't wanna go that way? Ya know..at the end of
the day why do you gotta be the Grumpy Dwarf? And yes, lots of people
find it hard to believe that I don't seem the slightest bit sad about my
disability, or even acknowledge it in a general conversation, and I just
tell them that it's just a part of me.

    It's like somebody mentioning that they have brown hair in every
conversation that they're in. It's completely off topic, and gets
annoying. Embracing yourself has always been a big part of my life,
because yah, disability DOES run in my family, but that doesn't mean
that I have to listen to these girls at school who have nothing better
to do than tease me. I'd better go and get her half of the room ready
before she comes in!

    So me and Anabel aren't exactly hitting it off as well as I'd
initially hoped. Because first of all; there's a SMIDGE of a language
barrier...Anabel and her family come from Canada, so she speaks French.
Her parents said that she speaks English decently, but she hasn't even
said one word to me yet. More on this tomorrow! Hopefully we can get
back on the right foot after some time....
;)
TO BE CONTINUED

Chapter Two: http://www.kidzsearch.com/questions/11823/paisley-chevreaun-ch2?show=11823#q11823