𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 ᶻⁱᵍᵍʸ ᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿ

ɪ. 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨

tw - threatening

fuck you.

you fuckin' wish.

"IT WAS JULY TWELFTH. The summer of nineteen seventy-eight."

Christine raised two photos from her book, one being a picture of her younger self and her sister.

And the other of a black-haired girl, that had meant the absolute world to her, if she was explaining it simply. In the picture the girl had a big smile as she tried to hide from the flash.

"The first day of camp." She inhaled sharply before slamming the pictures down onto the table in front of her, "a week later, my sister was dead."

And, presumably, so was her... 'best friend'.

•••

THEIR FEUDING BEGAN DURING the first week of camp. It was crazy how Ziggy had, now, looked at Ramona as her 'best friend' till the ends of the earth, when she first ever thought the girl was the spawn of the devil.

The first day they met, Ramona accidentally bumped into Ziggy. The raven had instantly apologized, but Ziggy knew who Ramona was, and since the girl had been friends with the Goodes, it had been an instant red flag for the redhead.

and that was how it continued to be for the entirety of the years that both girls went to Camp Nightwing. No matter what, the two were always at each other's throats, more of Ziggy rather than Ramona, they would fight during camp activities, lunch, anytime where they had to be around each other snarky arguments were said.

But Ramona never let it get to her, and she never tried to say anything over the top to Ziggy. Unlike Ziggy, the Wright girl never insulted her for living where she did or having to live how she did.

And she knew Ziggy noticed it.

And she knew Ziggy appreciated it.

But she also knew Ziggy would never allow herself to actually take liking to a Sunnyvaler, especially not someone who was associated with the Goodes, so Ramona made it her summer task to be the first.