SPH: Hey peoples! So, I am in love with the game Life Is Strange, I saw episode five after my long distance sis May put the recording of her streaming it on YouTube, but I was so heartbroken when Chloe died! And then I watched what happens if you sacrifice Arcadia Bay and got even sadder remembering her death, so, I decided to make my own LIS story that I really hope you'll love! Anyway, I do not own Life Is Strange, or any of it's characters, or Arcadia Bay, I only own Marcy, the story, and the plot. On with the story!
Max walked around the school halls bored and thinking about Chloe.
'She didn't deserve to die,' she thought frowning, 'but I couldn't just let everyone die because I fucked up reality and created a huge destructive storm.'
"Hey! Max!" Kate's voice cried.
Max turned around.
"Max, did you hear about the new girl?" Kate asked.
"New girl?" Max asked.
"Yeah, she just started today," Kate said, "no one knows anything about her, other than she's kinda creepy, plus she's dressed in the weirdest way. She's got a cross around her neck, but she's got on this deep, almost burgundy red and black Lolita style dress, and this big white bow holding her hair back in a ponytail, and this white rose with a small white veil with pearls positioned on the left side of her head and purple glasses, you can't miss her."
"It'd be hard to if she's dressed like that." Max said.
"It's rude to talk about people when they're right behind you." a new voice said.
Both girls whirled around. Behind them was a girl with strawberry-blonde hair and brown eyes dressed just like Kate had described.
"Oh! Marcy! I didn't know you were behind us, or I wouldn't of said anything." Kate said.
"It's fine." Marcy said.
"I like your dress." Max said looking at the black and red dress with roses on the shoulders and her sheer black tulle arm warmers.
"Thank you," Marcy said, "I always wear it if I'm going to visit a graveyard, I made it with red and black to symbolize life and death. Red symbolizing the blood of Christ that was shed so we could have eternal life, and black symbolizing death. I added white to symbolize the balance of light and dark."
She glanced down at her outfit smiling with pride.
"I made a few mistakes, but nothing to drastic, or noticeable." she said.
"You made that?" Kate asked.
"Why are you going to visit a graveyard?" Max asked.
"Yes, thank you Kate," Marcy said, "and the reason I'm going is to visit a lost friend."
"Oh, so basically to pay your respects." Max said.
"In a sense, yes." Marcy said.
A small sad smile graced her lips.
"You know, she still remembers the moments from before the storm," she said, "the ones that were of the two of you together like when you saved her from that bullet when she accidentally shot herself."
"Max, do you have any idea of what she's talking about?" Kate asked.
"No clue." Max lied. She had an idea of what she was saying, but she didn't understand it. No one, but her remembered the storm because it never happened, and only one person would have had those moments, but, she couldn't really be talking about Chloe, could she?
Marcy sighed and shook her head.
"Very well," she said, "I had better go before she freaks on me for being late. Good bye Maxine Caulfield, I'll see you in class tomorrow."
Max just stared after her as she walked away, completely confused.
"Well, that happened." Kate said.
Max nodded.
"Yeah," she agreed.
'What was all that, and what did she mean by she still remembers the moments before the storm?' she wondered, 'Does she mean Chloe? How would that even work?'
She shook her head and continued walking.
Marcy sat down on the grass next to Chloe's grave.
"Well?" Chloe's voice asked.
"She said she had no idea what I meant, but Kate was around," Marcy said, "I could see in her eyes she knew and remembered, time is all that's needed."
"Ugh!" Chloe's voice groaned, "How much time?!"
"I'm not sure," Marcy said, "but I know that it needs to be soon."
She looked up and saw Chloe sitting across from her. She glanced up at the sky with worry.
"The storm's coming, and it's coming soon." she said as her eyes glazed over.
SPH: Okay! So, normally I'd have like, twenty questions for you regarding the story, but I really only have one. So, what exactly do you think Marcy meant by saying that a storm was coming? Read and review! Seriously! I love hearing what you people think! It really helps out a lot! Singing out for now, Samantha Peace HeartStar, or Sammy as people have nicknamed me. Peace out everyone!
