Rainy Days
written by Zoe Underwood
Meet Evelyn. She's an aspiring author. Her life is pretty normal. Good parents, good friends, good grades. She's completely fine and grateful for what she has. Evelyn's favourite spot is the local cafe. One day she meets a girl named Isabelle in the cafe. And then her life changes.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
15
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409
Life lesson #9
Chapter 9
‘’Gone? What do you mean, gone?’’ She’s probably missing. Maybe she’s lost. Nothing else could happen, right? ‘’She-She was found-In a deserted place’’ What happened in a deserted place? ‘’She’s dead’’
Dead. Isabelle. No longer alive. ‘’No!! No, she’s not dead, no-no’’ She can’t be dead. No, that’s probably someone else. Not Isabelle. Not Isabelle. Not Isabelle.
‘’Eve, Eve, look at me! Please, Eve, please don’t cry’’ Nothing was important. Isabelle was dead. Why? Why her? What did she do? I thought good people were rewarded? And this is her reward? Death? I didn’t realise I was crying as all of this went on. I didn’t realise anything. That my parents were calling me. That Laura was comforting me. That the cops are going to investigate me. And when they did, I didn’t realise. I didn’t hear anything. Only when I heard the word ‘Isabelle’ did I realise it.
‘’Isabelle? She’s alive, right? Please tell me she’s alive!’’ Everyone bent their heads down. ‘’Evelyn-She, she isn’t’’ After that, everything was a haze. I remembered people asking me stuff, and someone was fighting. I didn’t care. Isabelle was dead. I spent an entire month with her. Playing chess with her, saying her my embarrassing moments, going to the café every day, hitting her with her umbrella every time she teased me, her talking about her past, about her past, me talking about how New York is, and us talking about whether Harry Potter is the best book series or not. She’d always argue with me, but nowadays she hadn’t argued with me.
I didn’t even get to say goodbye. If I hadn’t been in detention, would she been alive now? No, someone would have killed her. But who? And why? ‘’Miss? We have to investigate you miss’’ And so they did. They asked me all they had to ask. And I answered. After a couple of minutes they left. I turned to Laura. ‘’Please, leave. I-I’ll be fine’ ’She sighed and left.
Who killed Isabelle? It was murder, the cops had confirmed that. Why would anyone want to kill her? Revenge? Why? On her family? But their family hadn’t done anything, Isabelle had said everything about them. They weren’t very rich either, so why?
Isabelle didn’t do anything wrong. And someone murdered her. I wanted to scream. I wanted to take a knife and kill everyone on this planet. One of them was the person who murdered her.
Whatever happens, I promise you Isa, I will avenge your death.
Dead. Isabelle. No longer alive. ‘’No!! No, she’s not dead, no-no’’ She can’t be dead. No, that’s probably someone else. Not Isabelle. Not Isabelle. Not Isabelle.
‘’Eve, Eve, look at me! Please, Eve, please don’t cry’’ Nothing was important. Isabelle was dead. Why? Why her? What did she do? I thought good people were rewarded? And this is her reward? Death? I didn’t realise I was crying as all of this went on. I didn’t realise anything. That my parents were calling me. That Laura was comforting me. That the cops are going to investigate me. And when they did, I didn’t realise. I didn’t hear anything. Only when I heard the word ‘Isabelle’ did I realise it.
‘’Isabelle? She’s alive, right? Please tell me she’s alive!’’ Everyone bent their heads down. ‘’Evelyn-She, she isn’t’’ After that, everything was a haze. I remembered people asking me stuff, and someone was fighting. I didn’t care. Isabelle was dead. I spent an entire month with her. Playing chess with her, saying her my embarrassing moments, going to the café every day, hitting her with her umbrella every time she teased me, her talking about her past, about her past, me talking about how New York is, and us talking about whether Harry Potter is the best book series or not. She’d always argue with me, but nowadays she hadn’t argued with me.
I didn’t even get to say goodbye. If I hadn’t been in detention, would she been alive now? No, someone would have killed her. But who? And why? ‘’Miss? We have to investigate you miss’’ And so they did. They asked me all they had to ask. And I answered. After a couple of minutes they left. I turned to Laura. ‘’Please, leave. I-I’ll be fine’ ’She sighed and left.
Who killed Isabelle? It was murder, the cops had confirmed that. Why would anyone want to kill her? Revenge? Why? On her family? But their family hadn’t done anything, Isabelle had said everything about them. They weren’t very rich either, so why?
Isabelle didn’t do anything wrong. And someone murdered her. I wanted to scream. I wanted to take a knife and kill everyone on this planet. One of them was the person who murdered her.
Whatever happens, I promise you Isa, I will avenge your death.
