Chapter 0: The Realization of Death
"Why do these things always happen to me?", asked an 11-year-old Helga. She was on the verge of tears after the heartbreaking news of her best friend, Phoebe's death.
It was just four days ago that the two of them were at the movies, and having a great day. Phoebe and her parents were going to her aunt's and had gotten distracted and drove off the side of a cliff. Helga had found out through Gerald, and even though they weren't on the best of terms friend wise they shared an hour of grieving.
Her phone started ringing, seeing it was Arnold, Gerald's best friend, she decided not to answer and swiped 'decline'. She had not been to school in the past few days. She wasn't in the mood to keep up her bully facade. Her walls were slowly crumbling and she had no one to pick up the pieces. A few months ago her parents divorced, so she was living with her mother. Her mother, Miriam, was working as a lawyer now after she had gone to law school, so her mother wasn't home much. Helga sighed and walked over to her mirror taking in her depressing look. Her hair was in knots, her face was stained with tears, and she had dark bags under her eyes.
She decided tomorrow was the day that she was going to go back to school, she might as well go to take her mind off of the situation. She craned her neck to look at her clock seeing it was 8:30, she decided to take a shower, grab something out of the fridge to eat, and go to bed. As soon as she was in bed, she got comfortable and sleep soon took over.
To Be Continued . . .
( This was just a Preview (; )