Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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One year and five months later
I hate this fucking place.
The heat, the bugs, the smells, everything. Every single thing about Magnolia Falls sets my blood to a boil. I simply need to remember that I'm not here to enjoy this place, I'm here to find out what happened to my sister.
It's been too long with too few answers. And the investigation has gone nowhere. So, I sold every snowboarding memorabilia item I had, sold my truck I had just paid off, all my snowboards and gear, and bought an old Volkswagen Bus and waited to be accepted for my transfer request from CSU to Magnolia Falls University.
As long as I remained focused on what my next task was, I wouldn't become overwhelmed with grief. As long as I put one foot in front of the other, I wouldn't crumble into a million pieces.
Everything changed that day in April. Colors became dull, music became plain, and the joyous zest I had for living my life turned into desperate tunnel vision. I died with my sister that day, and so did my parents.
Up until I was accepted to transfer to MFU two months ago, the last year has been a blur. I basically emotionally checked out. After that day on the mountain, my memories become muddy and black. I don't even think I can count on both my hands how many times I recall showering.
My parent's homestead in the Rocky Mountains was once Heaven on Earth for me. But after that day, it was like we were surrounded by Foxy constantly. The animals she loved, the spots on the hundred acres she'd retreat to in order to find peace of mind were a constant reminder that she was gone and she was never coming back.
Unlike my sister though, whose ashes we spread out over her favorite places at home, I won't be returning to Colorado. Even if it takes my entire life, I won't stop until I know every detail of my sister's death.
Now, I've been accepted to her dream University and drove the old piece-of-crap Volkswagen Bus across the midwest until I reached Louisiana. I'm basically broke, living off of the tiny bit of savings I had before all of this went down and now the added small sum of selling my prized possessions and truck.
I've got enough to basically not starve and find a place to live, but I will require some type of income. And it needs to happen soon.
I have a plan on getting a bartending job in the center of Magnolia Falls. I figure the drunkards of this town will be the ones to talk first if there are rumors whirling around as to what happened to Foxy. Unfortunately, based on what we've gathered from the Police - who have kept a tight lip on my sister's case, is that she was found dead in one of the Bayou's. And that's it.
Specifically, the Bayou on Magnolia Crest Lane. That Bayou consists of marshland and swamps as well as alligators. It was the first place I went to when I arrived in Magnolia Falls. I sat there on the dilapidated dock glaring out at the green marshy water until the full moon rose and darkness fell.
