Bill's Point of View
I went into my life mom's new car. I look at the window.
" Billy, can you tell me why are you so sad?"
" I am not sad."
" Don't worry, and your father and I are okay now. We just needed a break. I thought he was responsible enough to not leave you alone. If I left first, he should have stayed at home to take care of you."
" I love you, mommy."
" I love you too sweetheart. I am sorry I didn't show you much support after. . . You know what."
" Don't worry, I am okay."
" I know you are, my strong boy."
We arrived home. Stan called me.
" Hello Stan, how are you?"
" Fine, I am dating Lucy now. I will bring her to our club."
" Great. It will be great. She and Beverly can be very good friends."
" Yeah, I thought about it."
Author's point of view
After a few days, Stan introduced his new girlfriend to the Losers Club. They were happy. Nothing could take away their happiness now.
They didn't notice that someone was standing in the bushes. He had a white knife and was smiling creepily. Beverly went next to the bushes. The person stabbed Beverly, letting her in a pool of blood. She couldn't move, not even scream for help. She felt her eyes heavy. She barely saw someone. She couldn't know who it is because of her blurry vision.
Bill's Point of View
I went to see why Beverly wasn't coming. I saw her laying on the ground. She lost a lot of blood. I went to her.
" GUYS!!!!!!" I yelled.
They come and they were shooked. We took her to the hospital. Mya came. They told her that they need to take her to New York for better treatment. They took her to the ambulance immediately.
" No, Beverly." I cried. " I love you." I added
I went home. I will never see her again. I knocked at the door. My mom opened. She saw that my shirt was stained with blood. She wanted to see if I got hurt. I stopped her.
" It's n-not mi-mine. It's Beverly's." I kneeled down and I covered my face.
" What happened? " she was scared to see me like this.
" Sh-she got hu-hurt. She's in New York now."
Mom came and hugged me. I cry in her arms.
" I lost her too." I say.
" You haven't lost her. She will be fine. "
" It's my fa-fault. "
I went into my room. I don't want to see anyone. If I hadn't sent her to take my backpack, she would have been here, with me.
