Prologue: Gone.
"Bella? Are you here? I need you to watch your sister." My mom called, walking though my bedroom door. I stood up and walked to my baby sister, (well not really baby, but my little sister) Rebekauh's, room. She was sitting on her bunk bed listening to Hannah Montana singing some song about perfection or something like that. I groaned and climbed on top of her bed.
"Bek, I am watching you for a while. What do you want to do?" I asked, trying to be the nice sister.
Rebekauh looked at me with her deep green eyes, those eyes were the prettiest things about her. The rest of her complimented her eyes. her light, long, blonde hair fell to her mid-back and, even though she was 10, she had caramel highlights. She wasn't very tall, average actually, and she was pretty quite. Its no wonder she rules Rose Elementary School.
"Bells, I want to get some ice cream." She asked quietly. That's another thing, she can eat whatever she wants and wont get fat. I'm not going to say I'm not jealous, but she is like a perfect model.
"Sure, sis. Let me grab my keys." I said, and we hopped down the bed.
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In 10 minutes, we got to Ben and Jerry's and ordered our ice cream. Bekauh got plain vanilla and I got Cherry Garcia. She sat down and I followed her led. She goes to Ben and Jerry's because that's the popular crew hung. That includes my popular group, from Thorton High. I heard a ding and instinctively turned my head to the door. There stood Madelyn McMorgan and the others in her posse. When she spotted my with Rebekauh, she smiled and waved. Out from behind her came Daniela McMorgan and then the replica of Madelyn's posse. Actually, its everyone in her posse's sister. They came and sat by us.
"Hey B. What new?" Mandy Dominguez asked.
"Nothing, and you Mandy?"
"Connor asked me out!" She said, gleefully. I smiled, and congratulated her. The rest of the conversation consisted of the dance on Friday and what we all would wear and such, till I got a text from my mom saying I have to go home.
"Bye guys! See you tomorrow!" I yelled as we got back in my old Ford. Rebekauh was texting on her phone as I backed up. We got to the 1st crossroads and stopped. When the light turned green, I slowly crossed the intersection, when a car came toward us at 50 miles per hour. It slammed into the passenger seat and a piece of glass hit me in the eye. Both of us fell out of the car and hit the cement hard. I was falling out of consciousness and everything went black. I touched my head and felt a wet, sticky substance at my head. When I examined my hand, I saw the blood covering my head and that was to much to handle. I fell in to a pit of darkness.
A day later, I awoke to my mom crying and doctors surrounding me.
"Mom?" I whispered hoarsely. I was scared, and I wasn't going to deny it.
"Isabella? My baby!" she flew toward me, crying harder than before.
"Mom, I'm fine. Where's Bekauh?" I asked, wanting to my little sister. My mom looked at me with pain in her eyes, and the tears fell fast and hard.
"Is-a-bell-a," she sobbed, " Bekauh is…is…is…dead." That was it. Those gorgeous green eyes, beautiful blond hair, her small, cute smile, my sister. Gone. All because of three oh-so-small but huge words. "Bekauh is dead."
Bekauh is Dead. Those words would haunt me for the rest of my life.