The Death of Bea Stockwoods

Six Years Ago, July 9, Age 11

The two girls walked to Ms. Rally's café. As they did, Harlow and her best friend that's a boy were there as well. He looked like Bea's age, knowing that he probably was. "Bea! Vi! Hey!" she said, waving. 

Vi looked at Bea in disgust, knowing that Harlow was probably faking just to look good. "Who's your friend?" Vi asked. Harlow smirked and said, "I can't say. He probably won't like it." As she said that, the boy said, "But that's no-" Then he got cut off. "Shut up!" she cried. That got him to be quiet. "Anyways, we're just here to grab a snack and head back home. Unless you guys want to come to the park with us." she shrugged. 

Bea looked at Vi, and shrugged. "Sure." Vi answered.

-

All four of them were walking down the sidewalk, and a few people waved. Geyser Willows was safe and small. Nothing bad ever happens here. 

"So, are you going to tell us your name, or is it anonymous?" Bea asked. "Yes, it will be!" Harlow answered for him. He groaned, walking a little faster, leaving Vi and Harlow to be next to each other.

"My name's Ian, and you must Vi or Bea. I can't tell. You guys look so alike." he said. Bea laughed. Everyone in Geyser Willows knew that Vi was shorter and had longer hair, and Bea was taller with shorter hair. That's how everyone told them apart. "Bea. I'm taller with shorter hair. Plus, I dress way nicer than my sister over there." she told him. 

"So is Geyser Willows the same since I've gone away?" he asked. "Um, yeah pretty much. It hasn't been festive really. Other than the annual carnivals and parades. Where'd you go?" she asked. "Oh, I moved all the way to Los Angeles." he shrugged. "Woah." she said, amazed.

"What's LA like? I've never been. I've always wanted to. Mom and dad said it was to expensive." she sighed. "It's practically San Francisco but with more city lights." he said.

The two eleven year olds talked and talked while Harlow and Vi bickered in the back. They finally made it to the park, and the four of them separated and Harlow went with Ian, Vi went with Bea.

The twins went to the top of the monkey bars, their favorite place in the park. "Did you happen to find out his name?" Vi asked. Bea nodded, and said, "It's Ian. Like a fictional book character." she said, laughing a little.

As the two girls talked and talked, they finally walked back to their house, and Bea caught a number from Ian to let her know about LA.

-

They arrived at their house just in time for dinner, and their parents were getting ready for their family dinner nights at a restaurant. "Girls, get into something nice. We're going to a nice restaurant for family dinner." she told them.

Vi put on her nicest skirt she owned and put a white shirt on top with a jean jacket. Bea put on a dress that was casual. A black dress that came down to her knees with a white jacket. "Vi, why don't you wear a dress like me? I can do your makeup and hair, and so much more." Bea whined. "I'll let you put makeup on me, but I like my hair in my two buns." she said. Bea groaned, and she put on the blush on Vi, even though they were considered young to put on makeup.

After they were finished, they climbed into their parents BMW. "Mom, is the restaurant far?" Bea asked. "No, it isn't. And while you two complain while we eat, we're going to let you sit at a table with the Manley's children. They own the restaurant after all." she told them.

Of course they were going to Manley's Italian Restaurant. Sadly, their parents were close with Harlow's, and that made them to be fake friends around their parents. 

As the drove into the corner, they all went out, getting greeted by the Manley's themselves. Inside it was packed, but they got to go to the VIP section and eat. Vi and Bea were directed to a table with their usual meals already. Harlow and Ian were there too, eating already. "Oh, hey." Harlow said low noted.