Dead Girls & A Broken Heart ***EDITING MAJORLY***

Dead Girls & A Broken Heart - Chp 5

One step must start each journey. -- Anonymous

Wednesday night was the school’s football night. The school’s in Pearson during the season would form a team and play other schools outside of town.

Gabs sighed beside me as we walked along the sidelines of the field “I miss Nat.”

There. Finally. One of us said it, finally.

“Me too.” I said my eyes already shimmering. Yet I could blame it on the field’s lights that blinded anyone.

Gabs wrapped her jacket tighter around herself in the spring breeze “She could have made this enjoyable.” I nodded in agreement.

“You know you can go if you want.” I offered softly.

She shook her head frowning as she kicked at the freshly mowed turf “No, I mean, well.” She stopped “If she wasn’t…if she was here we wouldn’t be like this you know?” I nodded fidgeting with the camera in my hand “I mean we shouldn’t be upset. We have an up close view of the boys and the ability to perve.” She said trying to crack a joke.

I laughed “Nat would have loved that.” I whispered.

As we continued up the sidelines lapping the field it was silent. I could feel the gaze of the crowd on us and I swore I could hear their whispers. I was paranoid. However nothing had changed since Monday morning.

The game hadn’t started yet and already I was cold although it was only spring, I pulled my black denim jacket closer around my waist and buried my hands in my pockets. My camera hung around my neck. My job was to take photos for the paper and school newsletter. Not free of course, I was paid; I mean I wouldn’t be doing this if there wasn’t some form of credit. Especially on a freezing night with eyes stabbing the back of my head. It also gave a bit of credit for my resume. Professional photography was my life and aim.

“So, um.” Gabs began again trying with all her might to achieve normality. I pretended not to notice her forceful tone; it gave her some confidence to push on thinking she appeared casual. “Nat’s parents haven’t contacted you?”

My stomach clenched “No, you?” my own voice false and slightly strained.

We are best friends and yet here we were both acting as if our lives haven’t consisted of blood, gore, nightmares and tears. Hell why couldn’t me admit we weren’t strong? Were we both trying to keep strong for each other?

“Um, no. I suppose they will soon though.” She said looking anywhere but at me as we walked.

Doubt it I thought they probably hate us. I swallowed harshly “Yeah.” Was all I said.

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“Phew.” Gab said lightening the mood at the end of the game yet bringing us back to reality. The game of football (rugby league) seemed to have dragged us away from our own personal living hells. Yet as we stood on the edge of the line it all came crashing back as people’s gazes came back to us again and the boys glorified in their win.

“Izzy!” my head snapped up as Grant Wells ran to me, all sweaty and dirty yet his smile wide. I blushed slightly, what did he want? I could feel the rest of the teams gaze on me. His hands wrapped around my wrist, his hands coarse yet warm and gentle. “Can you get a team photo?”

I frowned slightly “Uh I guess, if I'm allowed and all.”

He smiled his smile huge and addictive “Excellent.” He said and began dragging me along behind him. Instinctively I grabbed Gabs hand, her protests ignored. We stopped and I brushed my fringe from my eyes. I didn’t glance at the team. “Great, okay, cool.” He said beaming still. I allowed it though, I mean they won the semifinals and they were in to grand final. Pearson had good news to fill the town instead of death. He smiled again and I returned it weakly, he let go running over to the group and talking to them.