Summary : What would happen if an old Easton legacy helped Ariana Osgood escape prison and enroll back at Easton with a new identity and appearence? The series would changed, would it not? Starts after the series 'Inner Circle'.

LEGACY

A Private Novel

EMILY

I sighed and turned around, the face of Constance Talbot filling my view.

"You okay?" She asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I nodded slowly and sniffed, taking in the scent of coffee. Probably from the cops that had just arrived a few minutes ago to inspect Cheyenne Martin's body.

Just yesterday we had been talking and chatting with her, discussing about new trends of clothings and whatever. And now, she was dead, being laid on a stretcher to be escorted to the hospital. But who do they think they're kidding, everyone knows she's dead.

"I can't believe she would choose death then going back," Vienna Clark said, sitting down on the stone next to me. London Simmons crossed her arms and huffed. "Me neither." She agreed, closing her eyes momentarily.

"Well, it's official." Portia Ahronian exclaimed, walking into my view. "What is?" London asked, raising an eyebrow. "Cheyenne's death?" Portia replied, using a tone that she usually used for idiots.

"So, she's really gone?" Constance whimpered. I knew that Constance never liked Cheyenne, but judging from the hesitation and fear in her voice, she sounded like she was in real grief. Like Cheyenne was an old friend to her or something. "Yeah, really gone." I replied, even though i knew that i wasn't supposed to.

Josh Hollis, my boyfriend, came shoving his way through the crowd and arrived in front of me with his chest heaving up and down. Sweat prickling down his skin. "What's wrong?" I asked, feeling too numb to stand up and walk to him. He looked at me dead in the eye and stood up straight, his breathing slower this time.

"Why're they investigating Cheyenne's room? I thought she died of suicide." I winced a little at the mention of her commiting suicide then sighed. "The cops just won't let it go like that, not after last year." Tiffany Goulborne said, looking at the ground as she tightly grip her camera with her hands.

"So basically, they think it's a murder." Portia said, sitting down next to Vienna. "Idiots." She finished, looking away. We stayed like that for a few minutes, the event of this morning hurling itself into our minds. My mind. I closed my eyes to think out of desperation, surely Cheyenne wouldn't... commit suicide just because she got expelled and had to go home. Surely she wouldn't. Then what was the cause?

"Get out of my way!" My eyes whirled open as a girl with long brown blonde hair shoved herself through the crowd of students, nearly tripping over someone's foot and landing face flat on the ground. "What's going on?" Her loud voice asked.

"A student died," The police officer replied casually, as if it happened everyday. "What?" The girl blurted, looking around at the scene. "Who?"

"Cheyenne Martin." Her eyes widened at the cop's reply. She sunk onto her knees and closed her light brown eyes. "Who's that?" Constance asked, tilting her head to the right. Thus, causing her hair to fall onto my shoulder. "That's Emily Springs," Rose Sakowitz said, her voice sounding surprise.

"Emily Springs? As in, the Emily Springs?" Portia asked, her eyes widened and she switched her gaze from Rose to Emily. "Who's Emily Springs?" I suddenly asked.

Portia scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Emily Springs is one of Easton's legacy. She graduated a year before you came," My eyes widened as i stared at the girl on her knees, silently sobbing into her hands. "She had awards for being the smartest in her grade, and sometimes, in the whole school." Portia said. "She's the same age as you, Reed."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, she skipped two grades and graduated highest in her class. Makes me wonder how she did it," Rose mumbled, playing with the strings attached onto her jacket. "Was she and Cheyenne close?" Sabine DuLac asked, leaning agaisnt the stone behind us. Rose nodded and stopped her string-playing. "They were really close. Emily and Cheyenne's parents worked together once and since then, they've been really close friends."

I heard Vienna let out a little gasp. "I never knew that!" She exclaimed, her high-pitched voice sounded like needles piercing into my throbbing head. "Emily was once invited to stay at the Billings," At this, my gaze automatically shifted to Portia, who was eyeing Emily suspiciously. "But she turned down the offer. Saying something about hating praise and being high." Portia finished, her stare turning into a glare.

Who doesn't wanna be in Billings? Most importantly, "Who wouldn't want to be in charge?" I asked to no one in particular. "Well, i guess some people are just like that." Constance murmered, staring at Emily in awe.

I heard her shout at the cop, asking how did this happen. I started feeling towards the girl and i instantly felt like crying again. I know the feeling. The feeling of finding out someone you cared about, someone really close to you, had suddenly died. I sighed silently and looked at the ground. This couldn't be happening, not again. I closed my eyes and silently wished this was all a dream, that i would wake up in my bed with Cheyenne screaming at me to get up. But when i opened them, i started realizing that this wasn't a dream. Wasn't a nightmare. This was reality, and it stings like a bitch.