Hey everybody!

I'm sort of lost on what to do with Scamming Cynthia (well not as lost as just sorta stuck xP), so I thought I'd give you this story that I've been penning off the radar.
There'll be a soundtrack per usual.
Enjoy!
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Ch. 1: Six

I'm thinking of a number between one and ten.

"Ry...hello...?"

"What?" I looked up to see my best friend Kelsi give me a very inquisitive stare.

"I know your sad face; what did you think this time?" She shifted her weight to where the two of us supported our weight against each other. We sat in front of a bleached white wall; it was her wall. The cloest was nearby, filled with her things.

"She was thinking of a number between one and ten."

"Six."

I gave her a look of disbelief, "What makes you say that?"

"Her favorite number." Kelsi shrugged, "I just know these things."

"I know you know." I blew a sigh to the ceiling, and adjusted the tie around my neck. Kelsi dusted off the dark skirt she was wearing, and she stood holding out her hand. I took it, and she helped me up.

"Ready?"

"No." I started rubbing my left arm while Kesli led the way downstairs. We met my parents in the main hall, and the four of us left the house; we entered the limo in the driveway, and drove off to meet her.

"After three years..." My father sighed, placing his hand on his forehead. My mother patted his shoulder softly-nodding in agreement; she was just as lost as him.

It didn't take long, or maybe I was just too far off in my thoughts to notice; everything finished in two eye blinks. I thought that my twin's funeral would be more...her.

..:….:..

"You know, hearing 'I'm sorry for your loss' is like punching someone in the face." Kelsi smirked while digging her nails into the crusted macaroni and cheese dish. We decided to stay home and clean while my parents opted for "alone time together". The gathering held here after the funeral was the second most depressing aura I've witnessed-I think the first can be guessed.

"Yeah, I think that's true."

"The more you fall into space, the less time we can share together."

I looked to Kels, she seemed as brittle as me, "Sorry."

"Don't be." She shrugged, "Six." She got back to scraping.

"Why six?"

"She had this paranoia about the number. She believed it followed her...everywhere. Like a guardian, or...a protector."

..:….:..

Special Agent Seth Abrams shook his head while sipping from a full mug of coffee. He sat at his desk in the station; his eyes sifted through the records of his latest failed attempt at doing his job. Her name was Sharpay Evans; his job was simple: Kep her alive. He was too slow, and realized things five steps behind the mystery surrounding Evans' death.

He felt his back pocket vibrate; putting down his mug, he reached back, and answered his Blackberry.

"Abrams."
"Seth? It's me."
"Oh yes, the bone lady." His eyes shifted in anger.
"Funny Seth, anyway-I thought you should know that your finding on Evans' case is greatly incorrect."
"And what makes you say that Zoe?"
"Well for one, did you attend the funeral?"
"No."
"Well, you would've noticed that it was a closed casket service. Put the pieces together yet?"

Abrams ended the call, and grabbed his coat off the nearby coat rack.

..:….:..

"It feels super odd without her..."

I sighed, and dug the pink spoon back into my ice cream-filled Baskin Robins' cup, "Everything feels super odd without her."

"Try not to be a total depression stick." Kelsi smushed her hand into my face; I'm guessing the other customers at Baskin were looking at us like freaks.

"Miice Mactic..."

"Have you visited her room since the funeral?"

"Why?"

"Because the dead leave signs everywhere; mostly their favorite place on Earth."

..:….:..

"Zoe, what is it?" Seth gave the woman a combative-like stare.

"Well, thought you should take a look at this." Zoe smirked while motioning behind her. A team of forensic scientists were surrounding Sharpay's grave; a large mechanism starting pulling her coffin out of the grave.

"You enjoy grave digging; kinda creepy."

Zoe smacked his arm, "Not that! Before the funeral, I had my team take a look at the victim's body."

"She was raped, murdered, and her corpse was set on fire. Hasn't enough happened to this family?"

"Not enough for this case to be closed." Zoe smirked once more as one of the members opened the coffin. She led the way to the open casket, "Facial features on the skull suggest that this body was of African-American decent. This is not Sharpay Evans."

..:….:..

I took a deep breath, and shook the door handle till it opened; I slowly stepped into Sharpay's room. To know that three years ago she'd be gone forever...I can't wrap my mind around her gone.

Completely gone. Burned to the core; to where nothing but charred bone took her place. The worst part? They're still out there: the rapists, the murderers. Half of me is gone thanks to them.

I collapsed onto her bed, and shed tears I thought would be better kept inside. I wanted her to be here, and to tell her everything. I miss her.

Six

I looked up, and wiped my eyes. Maybe I'm hearing things...

Six

Six? Six what. I stretched, and let my eyes wander across the room. I opened her closet, and sifted through clothes, items, things...things that we haven't left behind. I got down onto my knees, and looked through things on the floor. I have no idea why, but I feel like she's still here...somewhere. While looking through her shoes in the back, I noticed giant number 6's painted on the heels of a pair of gym shoes.

I wonder...

I pushed the shoes away, and found a small camouflaged ring on the floor. I pulled it up, and realized that Shar had the coolest closet. Ever. My hands dug through what was inside, and pulled out a stack of yellowed papers.

Dear Troy,

I'm the freshman in your biology class that you failed, and had to retake. Though we're a full year apart, I feel like I've met you from somewhere before. I wish I knew from where; maybe then I could finally hold a conversation with you. I wish I knew why I was so afraid of things I don't understand; maybe if I was older...or something. I'd understand my fears. I don't know.

Well that's all to report!
~Pay

That's the beginning you all!
I really enjoy the show Bones; it's honestly the only crime drama show I watch. :D
And my Seth and Zoe characters share the same relationship between Bones and Booth-maybe w/ more teeth though.
So yeah-Review for the next segment!
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