Being the new kid in a new neighborhood and school pretty much sucks. Your a outsider, a weirdo. This is how it was with my best friend, practically my sister, Stephanie, when we moved to San Francisco. Stephanie's parents died in a freak accident, cops think murder. Stephanie was my best friend before and my parents took her in. It was already the last week of summer. But this is not even the beginning of this horrifying story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm Veronica Santos. Sixteen years old, seventeen in a few months. My best friend, Stephanie and I used to live in Brooklyn, New York. I remember the first time we meant like it was yesterday,
It was the first week of Pre-K, and this bitch Amber decided to eat Stephanie's cookie in snack time and step all over her on purpose in nap time. I stood up, looking like an angry elf since I was so tiny and pulled her blonde hair. She cried and I had to go to time out which sucked. Stephanie sneaked in the corner when everyone was asleep and said, " thank you. Your really nice, I hate that dumdum " her baby blue eyes with mischief. Nobody ever really talked to me, they thought I was weird. she was like the only girl. She was like a walking angel. " no bother, she's a stupid head. I'm Veronica Santos, what's your name " I said holding out my fist so she can bump it. She looked confused and stood back thinking I was going to punch her. " oh no, it's a fist bump - " I grabbed her hand and made it into a fist and clashed it against mine. We both giggled. It was weird , we looked a lot like each other, except I had green eyes and she had blue. We talked up a storm and have been best friends ever since. Her mom and dad were really nice to me when they dropped off Stephanie for play dates, weird though I used to think in my 4 year old head, how I look nothing like my parents and neither did she. Her parents and mine would have " adult discussions" in whispered voices in the other room while Stephanie and I pretended to be a pirate and a mermaid working together to defeat Captain Hook. My dogs Bowie and Lenny, named after David Bowie and John Lennon, both girls, pretended to be the evil sidekicks. Well they didn't know what was going on we jus made them move and stuff but yeah. Fast forward 5 years, when Steph and I were 9, her parents die. It's a cold case to this day. My parents take her in, and we share rooms, this is how it looked, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Stephanie
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My side looked like this, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Veronica
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