Us *Editing*

CHAPTER 1 (Picture of Tori)

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Chapter 1 - Us

One year later.

“C’mon Arelie. School!” Arelie groaned and stretched. She looked at the clock.

6:50am

Perfect, she thought, her first day at school. After a year of sorting out everything with DCF she finally got a place to stay; in Florida, with her aunt. The police had tried to track down her parents; they sent a bunch of their detectives on the run for them. After a week, they found her mother’s body in a dumping yard, thirty seven miles from her home. They also found out that their neighbor, Laura Stevens, had vanished and was suspected as a runaway with Ben O’Neil.

After several months they decided that they might have gotten out of the country, or was dead.

Arelie decided not to care. But when she had started going back to school, just to be able to pass to the next grade, everyone piled her up with questions. Some asked if she knew her mom died, others asked if she was the cause of everything, some tried to reassure her everything would be alright. After three months of putting up with their questions she gave up. Arelie, who had never been independent before, finally gave up on people, only relying on her true source – her bedroom.

Sometimes she wondered where her father might be, if he was really dead or not, but then quickly cleared all her thoughts with the music pumping through her earphones. Arelie worried sometimes over the situation that had happened around a year ago. Everything seemed perfect right now, not exactly picture perfect but good enough.

Arelie bounded off the bed, into the bathroom and cleansed herself, as she was going into her closet her phone buzzed. Awkwardly she bounded back to the bed and unlocked her phone, tapping the message.

It’s me. I’m waiting.

Arelie looked around, after pulling on her t-shirt that loosely hung on her body and then pulling on her jeggings she went to her window. Lifting the blind, she peeked through it. No one was there, after trying to figure out the number and coming up empty, she shrugged off her eerie feeling. She grabbed her handbag, with all of her old school supplies in it, stuffing her wallet and phone in the side pocket, grabbing her keys and heading downstairs.

She bumped right into her aunt on the way down.

“Good.” Beatrice smiled, “Your up.”

“Been up” Elie mumbled, heading toward the kitchen. Bea just nodded.

“I put breakfast on the table, its cereal and milk, works every time.” Bea smiled.

“Seriously? ’Cause I thought it was only for old people and little kids.” Arelie muttered, reluctantly stuffing the cereal into her mouth and dropping it in the sink. Bea had taken her in a few days after the incident with her mom and dad. She was barely home, though, always doing her business trips. But she was kind and sometimes Arelie  disliked being rude to her. But what could she say? After all she grew up with Ben and Jen O’Neil.

“Do you remember the way?” Bea asked, Arelie nodded, and unlocked the door. “I won’t be here! Not until nine thirty. Late business trip.”