forum What happened to Abigale? (open)

Started June 26, 2018 by @AvaM_Star

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"I must have hit a nerve," the boy called out after Vivian, "She's dead what does it matter what we say about her."

She ignored the boy and stumbled blindly into a room, paling as she saw who was in there. Mrs. Spencer… "S-So sorry…" Vivian began backing away from the entrance.

Abigale wanted to be a photographer so her walls are filled by photos with subjects of all kinds flowers, people, animals, and even trash. It's clear the lock box is still locked and no sign of the key. Rory you see the door open to Ellen who walks in.

She ignored the boy and stumbled blindly into a room, paling as she saw who was in there. Mrs. Spencer… "S-So sorry…" Vivian began backing away from the entrance.

"No problem," She said walking past "Friends of Abigale's are meeting in her room you're welcome to join them if you like?"

To her, it seemed more like an order than a choice. "Oh… uh, okay," Vivian nodded to the woman, before hurrying over to Abigale's bedroom door, hesitating. I have no right to be here…

Ellen's eyes snapped to the doorway. "Oh. Hey."
(Should she know Vivian?)

(Vivian doesn't hang out with people much… Ellen could recognize her, but nothing much other than that.)

"Hello…" she waved awkwardly. "Sorry for being here. I uh, ran into Mrs. Spencer and she encouraged me to come over?"

"Okay." Ellen shoved her hands into her coat pockets. "Vivian, right?"

She nodded, looking down. "I apologize for your loss…"

Ellen nodded, not sure what to say.

Vivian coughed into her fist. "I'm going to go downstairs, my parents are probably looking for me. Yeah…"

"Okay…"

(Ok so before someone abandons the room)

Something catches Vivian's attention the corner of a phone is poking out from under the dresser.

She paused, looking at the phone with a wary eye. Who puts their phone under the dresser? It could have fallen, I suppose… She shrugged it off. "Don't forget your phone under the dresser," Vivian stalled.

Ellen frowned. "Phone?"

The screen is cracked and the battery is dead. It almost looks like it was kicked under the dresser.

Her eyebrows creased. "Your phone. It seems as though it fell under the dresser…?"

Ellen squatted down and picked up the phone. "What the…" She stood up. "This isn't my phone…"

Her curiosity perked. "It's not?"

"Nope. Mine's right here." She pulled out her phone out of her coat pocket. "See?"

"Maybe it's… her phone…" Vivian refrained from saying her name, as she didn't want to appear as though they were close. "What's the percentage?"

Ellen peered at the screen. "Uh… 25%? It's a bit hard to tell."