The Broken Dreams Club (Republished)

-Three-

In a close by hallway, every locker shot open, papers flying everywhere, sending the students into panic as they backed up away from the lockers. The teachers quickly took action to usher the students away and get the body off the car.

Beverly and Anthony sat in the counselor's office. Beverly had her fists clenched, digging her nails into her palms. Anthony was looking everywhere but the counselor. He wasn't a big fan of her or her office. Ms. Capone, the counselor, looked at both of them from behind her desk.

"Now, I understand you two were Laura's friends," she stated calmly. "I can bet you must have felt quite upset. It is alright if you would like to cry, the tissues are right here." she gestured to the light blue box of tissues at the front of her desk.

"I don't cry," Beverly muttered. Anthony stayed quiet. If he opened his mouth, the conversation would most likely lead to him lashing out and call home, and Anthony didn't want to have to deal with that.

"I am here to help and talk to you two," the counselor comforted. "Laura will hold her light in death just as she did in life."

"This isn't her fucking funeral, so stop talking about her like that!" Beverly snapped, making Anthony look at her. A glass jar of brightly colored cotton balls was on Ms. Capone's shelf shattered, sending glass everywhere and the cotton balls fall. Anthony flinched, and the counselor stood up as they brought their attention to the tiny explosion. Beverly hastily grabbed her brown messenger bag and left the room. Anthony soon caught up to her in the hallway. 

"What was that?" 

"I don't know." Beverly picked up her pace, Anthony did the same to keep up. 

"Was that from you?"

"I don't know." 

Anthony paused for a moment, wondering if his friend's mind was with her.

"Do you think Laura did this on purpose?"

"Anthony!" Beverly turned around to face her friend. The overhead speaker turned on and the principal announced:

"Because of recent events, the school has been closed for the rest of the day and will pick back up tomorrow. You don't have to go home, but you cannot stay here." The speaker turned off, and the bell rang, making its long ding sound. 

-That Night-

Beverly and Anthony hung out at Anthony's small cabin while his dad worked overtime to get more money. Beverly was sleeping over because her mother was taking her younger sister out to get her whatever she wants, as usual. They were in the living room that had a bar window into the kitchen above the couch. They were playing a movie but weren't paying attention as it was mainly for background noise. Three pizzas lay on the coffee table. Anthony was spinning around on a black spinny chair while Bev was on the couch writing.

"What are you writing about?" Anthony asked as the chair slowly spun towards his friend.

"I'm writing a letter to Harry," she replied dully, "I think it's better I tell him about Laura before the news does."

"Yeah." Anthony spun around again.

Meanwhile, a few roads away, Roman and Peter were (a couple guys being dudes) chilling at a cliff they discovered about 2 months prior. 

"Shame what happened to that Dawson girl." Roman stated, snapping a piece of a stick he found on the ground and threw it off the cliff into the water below. 

"Yeah," Peter agreed, "Kinda out of the blue though."

"What makes you say that?" Roman questioned.