@AvaM_Star
(He looks great)
(He looks great)
(Thank you!)
(Is everyone ready to start?)
(I am…)
(I actually can't participate. Really sorry.)
(I guess I'll put the starter up)
Abigale was one of the nicest people you could meet… or that at lest what everyone was saying at her wake. Along with other clichés like "She was so young" "it's a shame" and "God must needed another angel." The girl did not even believe in God, She did not talk much to other people, but she always smiled when ever she made eye contact; that's got to count for something, right? Still this situation is strange knowing there will be another empty desk in class from now on. You might be here because you knew her or your own family is here to offer condolences. Most of the rooms were filled with chatter and the low hum of music. Both coming together to create a constant droning noise. Mrs. Spencer was making rounds trying to be a good host, but there was never a moment her glass was empty for more than a second. Mr. Spencer was no were to be seen; there was a small ongoing discussion in one corner suggesting that he has been at the bar every night sense it happened.
(I actually can't participate. Really sorry.)
(oh, thats ok)
(…could I join?)
(yes, you can sorry about not getting back to you sooner)
(Anyone still interested in this?)
(Yeah, I'll be gone in a couple of hours though)
(I'm still)
(wow that was a fast response time, well the starter is up if you'd like to explore Abigale's wake.)
Ellen shifted in her seat, resting her head in her hands. Abigale dead. Still felt strange to think that. Ellen's mind played over the last time she'd talked to Abigale. The quarrel they had had. Had Abigale still been angry at her? Ellen sighed, rubbing circles on her temples. The constant droning was getting to her.
(The Spencer's, Mrs. Spencer, Mr. Spencer and Abigale
Mrs. Spencer calls from across the room, "Ms. Weaver is that you?"
Ellen looked up. Mrs. Spencer. She got up and walked over. "Hi Mrs. Spencer."
"It's been to long." She gives Ellen a hug, "This place used to be like a second home to you and then… it wasn't." As note it's clear she is drunk and she might not be fully aware of what she is saying.
Vivian tugged at her ear, feeling hollow. Abigale was dead. What right did she have to even be here, seeing as she had never made much of an effort to get to know her? She sighed, sipping on some water.
Ellen nodded. "Uh-huh." Was she drunk? Ellen wasn't good with drunk people.
"You know I have something for you, Well not me… Abigale had something for you." Mrs. Spencer took you hand an started to lead you up stairs.
(What would get Vivian to Abigail's room?)
Ellen let her lead, slightly surprised. why the hell would Abigale have something for her?
(Hmm… Maybe if she was feeling pressured by someone? Then she would retreat, accidentally ending up in her room…?)
(ok)
"So how did you know the dead girl?" A boy asked Vivian. His hair was unkempt and his clothes were wrinkled.
She flinched in surprise and glared at him. "Why do you care?" she snapped.
"Well I've known her for along time and I'm just wondering why a girl who planed to kill herself would make friends?" He responded not really backing off.
Mrs. Spencer leads Ellen to Abigale's room, but stops at the door. "It's on the dresser." she opened the door to the room you can see the old lock box on the dresser that was painted with bright colors. The box brings back some memories from better times.
"It's my treasure chest," a five year old Abigale sat on the bed across from an equally young Ellen with the box between them, "It's were I keep all of my important things. It even has a lock and everything so no one can take them from me." She held up a key on a piece of string that she was using as a necklace.
(Where do I hop in?)
Ellen nodded mutely. She walked over to the dresser, taking a shaky breath.
She stiffened, narrowing her eyes at the boy. I can't handle this anymore. Vivian left, blindly wandering around.
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