Betty Ripsom went missing on the day I turned 14.
My best friend went missing on my birthday.
The police say that she went down to the sewers to cut through my backyard to hide my birthday gift from watchful eyes. I remember Betty smiling saying she had the best gift for me at school the day before.
I'm the reason she died. Nobody blamed me, maybe Betty's mom but she would never say.
I cut off all my friends two says later. I couldn't accept any more people dying because of me.
Easily, people accepted it. "She's going through a rough time", "poor Lucy", "don't worry she'll come back."
Except Stanley.
He didn't understand. How could he understand? Bill maybe understood, his brother disappeared too. I never talked to him about it.
Even if I hadn't cut all my friends off, my mom would've for me. After Betty disappeared she says strict curfew. Immediately home from school. No hanging out. No eating out. No bike rides.
Yeah, summer is going to be hell.
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How I Became a Loser
Fanfiction"I swore I would never make a friend again in Derry l after Betty..." Lucy confessed.
