♥; The Game

Chapter 3

"Okay, we have to call the cops!" shrieked Courtney, already running down the narrow hallway. When she reaches the little table at the end of the hallway, she picks up the phone, and dials 911 with her little shaking fingers.

"No!" I yell, scolding Courtney.

"911, what's your emergency?" said the receiver through the phone.

I steal the phone out of her hands, thinking of an excuse.

"Um, no emergency here, we just wanted to thank your officers and paramedics for doing such an amazing job! Thank you kbye!" I said to the receiver on the other line, trying to sound as bubbly as possible.

"What's your problem?!" blurted out Courtney. "Our older sister is dead, and you're not letting me call the cops? Are you crazy?!"

"No, I think you're crazy. Do you seriously not know who did this? It'll just get us in a bigger mess."

"You don't know that."

"Who else would've killed her? Her crazy ex boyfriend? Oh wait, she doesn't have one! It was obviously Him."

"Who's him? I mean, I might not be the most popular girl in school, but I do know a lot of guys."

"Him! That guy from the abandoned house!"

"Oh, that him..."

"Uh, what do we do what do we do..."

"I don't know! I think you're the brighter one of this relationship!"

"Uhhh, we can do something...but she doesn't deserve it."

"Well, we have to so it. It's probably the only thing we can do at the moment."

 

A few hours later, we arrived at the lake. We had wrapped Hillary up in wrapping paper (notcompletely) and put a bow on her, trying to make her feel as wanted and loved as possible. There was no way that we could get this over with and not have the guilt on our shoulders for life, but there was no other possible option right now. What was being done had to be done.

We opened the back doors to the van, pulling out the festively wrapped body called our sister. We carried her body over to the lake. We were trying to be as gentle as we can, but our bodies are shaking out of fear and coldness. We approach the lake, with the tiny waves just barely reaching up to touch the toes of my shoes. We stand there for about an hour, until it finally happens. We let go.

There are tears meeting our chins, and dropping down to the sand at the lake side. Courtney covers up her face, and mumbles, "I'll be waiting in the car." I sit down in the sand and pull my knees up to my chest. This is all my fault. If I never would've been such a hot, striking dare devil, this would've never happened. This is all my fault. I finally stand up, dusting off my ass, and start walking towards the car, which Courtney had blasted the music so loud, I could hear it from the shore. I hop in the driver's seat.

"Do you still want to go to school?" I muttered to Courtney.

"Why not?" Courtney said softly, still hurt. "There's nothing left to do here, except be sad. I'd kind of like to get my mind off of it."

"Okay. Wanna get breakfast on th-"

"Just take me to school, okay?"

The ride to Mountain Secondary School was quiet, except for the blaring music, of course. When we arrived, I sped around the curb, dropping Courtney off at the middle school portion of the huge area. She was in 8th grade, and I was in 9th. Yeah, we were a little young to be basically on our own now; I mean yeah, we had parents and all. It's not like they did anything for us.

"Bye," Courtney muttered.

"Bye!" I tried to get her to hear before she slammed the door and went inside.

All of the students were already in transition from 2nd period to 3rd period, so I went to my locker and shoved all of my stuff in there, thinking that this would be the worst possible day. I grabbed my guitar case out of my locker and close the door, only to see my best friend that I've had a crush on forever, Jay.

"Aye bay bay." Jay spat out, with a funny tone.

"Hi." I said back softly.

"What's wrong?"

"If you want a shorter answer, ask me what's right. I'll write a note to you in guitar class."