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“What you doing?” Pyker turned around quickly to look at whoever had spoken.
“Geez Connor, don’t sneak up on me!” He hissed back at the curly haired boy. Who simply shrugged and sat down on the top of stairs beside his older brother.
“So, what are you doing?” Connor repeated, glancing down the stairs at the party their parents were throwing. “Aren’t you grounded? When do we got back to Spencer? Have you seen Marie? Have...” He was cut of by a hand over his mouth.
“Shut up, your gonna get me caught. Now to answer your many questions, I’m waiting for J.R to get away from the party. Yes I’m grounded. We go back in September you idiot. And Marie is out with Prissy-Missy.”
“Why is she hanging around with Missy Fontaine? I thought she hated that girl.” He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a lollipop, ripped off the plastic and stuck it in his mouth. “Keafer is down there with J.R, and his parents.”
Loud classical music was being blasted from the stereo in the living room. As the adults of Essife danced and talked about “grown-up stuff”. The few unlucky teenagers and kids down there were all standing in a circle saying nothing only starring at each other like they had never met before. The Adams’ were known for throwing the best parties this time of year. J.R Westly and his friend Keafer Darthin were among the kids, plotting silently how they were going to sneak out of the room and up the stairs to safety.
“Keaf, come on. My dad’s drinking now’s our chance.” He whisperer to the blond boy across from him. “You ready?”
“Yea. Pyk should be waiting on the stairs.”
They dropped to their knees and quickly crawled across the carpet, almost getting stepped on twice by slightly-drunk party goers. Standing up once they were out of the party, they looked up at the stairs to see their best friends.
“Hurry!” Pyker hissed turning to run up the stairs two at a time. Connor and the others followed.
Pyker led them up another flight of stairs to the dusty attic. Closing the door behind them, he smiled and sat down on a beanbag chair.
“I can’t believe we got out alive! My dad was getting so drunk, he was starting to do his Elvis impersonation.” J.R joked from his place on the floor.
“It’s not fair. How come Broden and all them get to go out, but we have to stay here and suffer!” Yelled an overly-dramatic Connor. Keafer nodded in agreement and returned to look out the window. Out of all four boys Keafer was the quietest, while Connor and Pyker shared being the loudest.
“ So you still like Prissy-Missy?” Pyker asked J.R who hit him hard in the arm.
“No! Ewww she’s like ewww. But, I heard Ruby has a huge crush on Con-man!” Connor stood up and tackled J.R to the ground. Pyker laughed loudly when his little brother won the fight.
They sat, or in Keafer’s case stood, and talked about the party, Ruby Tapeworth and Prissy-Missy. An hour later, blue and red flashing lights shone through the windows from outside. Seconds later the door bell rang.
“Why are the police here?” Pyker questioned looking outside then back at his friends.
“I don’t know. Maybe their here for the party. Or to arrest you!” Connor replied, shaking his unruly hair out of his eyes. They remained quiet to see if they could hear any talking, the music had been turned off. Someone knocked on the door,
“Pyker, Connor?” They asked, slowly opening the door. Carla Masters came in, her eyes were red, she had been crying. “Boys, there’s something you need to know.” She spoke softly and half smiled.
“What is it?”
“There was an accident, Marie...she...” She stopped and closed her eyes before continuing. “She didn’t make it, she’s gone. I’m so sorry.”
Connor, Pyker, Keafer and J.R all starred up at her, there faces blank with emotion.
“Your lying!” Connor screamed, tears falling from his brown eyes. “Your lying! She’s not dead! She’s not.” He got up and ran from the room. Keafer went to go follow but was stopped.
“Just let him go, he needs time to calm down.” Pyker said. Tears threatened to fall but he didn’t allow them to, Connor and Clair need him to be strong right now. Especially Connor, Marie was the one he looked up to, the only one besides Keafer who could get him talk when he was upset or sad. Now she was gone.
“What happened?” This time it was J.R who asked, he was crying as well seeing as he had known Marie since he was born.
“She was found near the edge of the island, they don’t know what exactly happened. But, they’ll find whoever did that.” Carla smiled weakly, mumbled another ‘sorry’ and left. Closing the door on her way out.
“Who, who could kill...her? Pretty much everybody on Essife is here.”
“I can’t believe it. It’s Marie, she’s only thirteen.” Keafer said sadly.
Two weeks later, Connor still hadn't spoken despite everyone's tries, Essife police had no leads and the funeral had taken place. It had seemed as if the entire island had been put on pause. No one was swimming or boating on the water, people spoke in hush tones and were constantly looking over their shoulders. The weather reflected how the island people had been feeling, it rained, dark clouds plagued the once blue sky.
It was as if the earth was telling them how their lives were never going to be the same again. And it was true, their old lives were only memories. Marie had been murdered.
