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+ 13	Hearing is Believing (2)
+ 11	Diary of Secrets (2)
+ 10	Diary of Secrets
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+ 13	Hearing is Believing (1)
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+ 14	Ravenwood Manor (3)
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+ 22	Scream.
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+ 26	Ravenwood Manor (Intro)

 

 

 

-Chapter Six-

 

 

 

 

 

    As we were driving back I noticed a small park off to the right. Children swarmed around the playground and I arched a brow. Not even asking if she minded, I swerved off to the right and parked a small distance away from it.

    "What are we doing?" Becca asked through her teeth.

    "It's the park what do you think we are going to do? Murder the unsuspecting children?"

    "I hate the park."

    "Oh come on! I loved the park when I was your age. Especially the swings... I liked to jump off when I got really high."

    "It's just full of sniveling whiney children who get sweaty from playing on the equipment. Not exactly my cup of tea." Scorned Becca and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Damn, this kid was hard to woo.

    "Get your ass out of the car and go and socialize with sniveling and whiney kids!"

    "First you have to apologize."

    "For what?"

    "For cursing... again," she snuffed and I snorted but obliged.

    "Fine, I am sorry." I drawled it out which made it sound completely unapologetic.

    "You didn't mean it."

    I sighed and closed my hazel eyes briefly. "I am sorry."

    "Well, fine but I still don't want-"

    "I'll just have to carry you then." My voice was simple and a little arrogant but Becca had no time to react before I grabbed her and carried her over to the park. "Have fun." I said with a small but smug smile before dropping her to the ground. Becca glared up at me from the patch of grass.

    "Ow." She clipped out with a pouty and tight face. Her expression was so sour and bitter I could've winced but I had enough control.

    "Fine by me, either way you're out of the car."

    "I am not playing with anyone." She persisted but I merely shrugged and went over to an empty swing. "You are seriously going to do something as childish as swing?"

    "Of course I would because I am not some uptight..." I stopped myself before I swore. There were mothers and children within hearing range.

    Becca said nothing and instead intertwined her arms and stared at the ground crossly. I tried not to laugh at her but a few snickers escaped my throat and when they did she would send sharp glances my direction. How could a child just hate the park?

    I closed my eyes and swung the highest I could. I remembered when I was a little girl and thought that if I had tried hard enough I could touch the sky. Or if I jumped hard enough I could fly. I still wished that that would be possible but seriously, how in the world could it ever be?

    "Can we go... please?" Becca practically begged but I shook my head.

    "One last thing," I said in a dazed voice.

    Suddenly I was falling.

    I remembered when it took a little bit longer to touch the earth, but probably since my legs and body were much longer now it took at least a second.

    "Was that all you wanted to do?" Her voice was not amused and a mean laugh cackled through the air.

    "So what if it was? I have the car and you don't and if you're going to be a little bitch about it you can just walk home." I didn't care if any of the people around me heard my cuss. I was not going to be a pushover to a brat.

    Becca's mouth quickly shut and her eyes widened a little bit. A triumphant smile came across my face as I strutted over to the car and buckled in. "You coming or not?" Becca got up without another word and joined me in the car.

    "So... do you have any friends?" I asked as I saw a child watching my car pull away.

    "Well... not a lot but a few," her voice had become quiet.

    "Who are they?"

    "M-Maureen, Abby and you," she stammered and I raised a brow at the fact that she said my name.

    "Wait... isn't your ballet teacher's name Maureen?"

    "What? You cannot have adults as friends."

    "And who's this Abby?"

    "She was my science partner for a project last fall."

    "You consider a person you haven't-"

    "Who are you to tell me who I consider a friend and who I don't?" She mimicked what I had said before (a few different words though) only instead of the raging fire of my voice hers was unnaturally cool and content.

    "Oh, you are absolutely right." My voice was full of skepticism but she didn't seem to care.

    I didn't know if I should like or hate Becca but I couldn't help but admire her.

    In a way, she seemed stronger than me. Even though physically she isn't but she has so much confidence in herself and I think that she could do almost anything she set her mind to. I couldn't because I have a poor attention span.

    We said nothing the rest of the way. The noise of the opening garage broke the silence and I realized that we were no longer alone. I wasn't sure if it was Liza's or my dad's Prius parked but I did care. I didn't want to see either of them but I would prefer my father over Liza.

    Becca stomped inside the house and slouched on a chair in the kitchen. "We went to the park." Her voice was flat and icy. I didn't know who she was talking to until I too entered the kitchen.

    "Oh, Jackie, I should've warned you. Becca doesn't like the park."

    "Don't worry she managed, didn't you Becca?" I turned my attention away from Liza and stared at Becca who was glowering at me through narrowed eyes.

    "Define managed?"

    "Oh, Becca darling you must be starved." Liza said, cutting me off before I could open my mouth. Damn bitch; so what if it wasn't going to be nice...

    "Actually I am parched. Get me some water." There was neither a please or a thank you that came from Becca's mouth. No matter how much I admired her she was just some spoiled brat through and through.

    "Of course, here you go." Liza handed her a glass of icy water and Becca guzzled it all down. "Are you thirsty Jackie?"

    "Oh, no thank you." I purposely used manners (even if it sounded insincere) to get under Becca's skin, and it worked. She flashed a knowing glare in my direction.

    Liza left the room and I sat down next to Becca. I eyed her like an insect and she quickly got the hint to look over at me.

    "What?"

    "So you're still a brat?"

    Her forehead creased. "I don't know what you are talking about."

    I nodded and got up. This girl obviously wasn't aware of her actions because of her pushover of a mother. I didn't want to say any more so I left the room and went upstairs.

    I was walking through the hallways when I heard Liza's voice. Following her voice, I found myself in front of the master bedroom door.

    "I have had just about enough with the whole thing... oh but she is... I am not sure about Becca, kind of iffy at the moment it seems... I guess she could be nice, but I know she hates me... I probably am overreacting... you're right... bye." As soon as her voice stopped I heard a small click and the door opened.

    "Oh!" Liza gasped as I jumped back into the wall. "I am sorry, Jackie... I didn't see you there."

    "Yeah, whatever," I mumbled before trudging down the hall and into my room. So now she's talking about me to her family (or friends).

    Like her though, I am probably just overreacting.

 

 

    (Author's Note: Well, I tabbed all the paragraphs for both of our benefits because I find it much more legible. The chapters will get better but it is still partially the beginning. Thanks for checking out the sixth chapter!)

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