Chapter 1-They're Not Dead?
The rain poured down that day, and it seemed only fit. The girls' memorial service was held in a large spacious park and plenty of people showed up. Of course their families were there, their parents heartbroken siblings either showing blank emotionless faces or sobbing dreadfully. Neighbors and close friends and even classmates showed up to pay their respects to each of the girls in turn. Then there were us, the 11 sullen boyfriends who stood in one group watching as slowly people made their way up to the small shrine with eleven pictures of each girl, the shrine already had flowers all around it, but more just kept coming. People came up and said they were sorry, but they didn't mean it. Their families came up mumbled that they were glad we could get close to the girls and were able to say goodbye, but we knew that somewhere deep down they blamed us for what happened, for us letting them get on that plane, for us for somehow and in someway making that plane crash, killing 11 girls who each one of us loved, with all our hearts.
We all just stood in a group mumbling thank you's or staying silent when people talked to us at all. We all were emotionless, we had already cried and thrown fits of rage when we had first found out the news.
"Such a dreadful day," A man in a black coat said wandering over. He was wearing dark shades even though it was pouring out. He wore now hood or cap so his short, black, and slightly spiky hair was soaked.
"Well, its a sad occasion," Trent mumbled to the man who shifted awkwardly on his heels before pulling out a small black wallet. He flipped it open to reveal a badge with FBI written on it.
"I'm sorry for your loss, but my name is Detective Peter Finch, I'm with the United States FBI and have been called up here to talk to you boys," The man explained promptly putting away his badge.
"Well, we're here so talk," Duncan said angrily. The man casually looked around and then shook his head.
"Is there anywhere more private we can talk?" The man asked.
"Not really," Geoff said shaking his head.
"Okay," The man whispered leaning in close so that only the boys could hear him. "This message is not for outside ears, you 11 have been specifically chosen to hear this message, so it is imperative that you promise me that no one else will find out about what I'm about to tell you, is that understood?" Detective Finch said in a very serious tone.
"Yeah, of course," Cody said quickly. Detective Finch nodded and looked at each of us in turn before finally taking a deep breath.
"The plane crash that killed your girlfriends was a hoax," Detective Finch said.
"What? How was it a hoax, the news crew got a full view of the plane it was destroyed," Noah said.
"That was a plane crash the government made happen to make a cover up story," Detective Finch explained.
"A cover up story? For what?" Trent asked.
"For the disappearance of 11 girls," Detective Finch said and we all froze as he began running off a list of names. "Bridgette, Gwen, Courtney, Katie, Lindsay, Beth, Leshawna, Izzy, Eva, Heather, and Sadie."
"You mean, they're not-" Geoff trailed off and Detective Finch nodded.
"Yes, your girlfriends are very much alive."