Mid-Summer Mourning
Part 1
"We win! We win because you lose… Hey!" 15 year old Mart Belden's victory chant was cut short as junk food was hurled at him from the opposing team, mainly from his competitive 14 year old sister, Trixie.
"You just got lucky… again. Best 3 out of 5?" Trixie said. The idea of playing (and losing terribly) again to Mart and his team was immediately rejected by Trixie's teammate, Honey Wheeler.
"Let's play something else!" The 14 year old suggested tactfully, trying to avoid another spat between the two siblings.
"No! We can win this time!" Trixie argued, blue eyes shooting sparks across the game table at the opposing side.
"That's what you said last time, Trix." 15 year old Dan Mangan retorted, a lock of wavy black hair falling between his twinkling dark eyes.
The four teens were part of a group called the Bob-whites of the Glen, a club they had formed with three other teenagers who lived on lonely Glen Road in their little town of Sleepyside. Among the other three members was Trixie's eldest brother Brian, Honey's adopted brother Jim Frayne, and a nearby neighbor, Diana Lynch.
The group was spending the muggy July day inside Crabapple Farm, the welcoming farmhouse in the dip of the valley where generations of Beldens had resided. Peter and Helen Belden, the current owners of Crabapple Farm, had taken a rare evening off and gone to see a new movie showing at the Cameo, entrusting the Belden kids to watch their younger brother.
On the second floor of the farmhouse, 6 year old Bobby Belden was fast asleep, his trusty yet hyperactive Irish setter, Reddy, lying at his feet. His mass of blond curls, so much like Trixie's and Mart's, lay in a golden halo around his angelic face.
The transition from a grey clouded sky to the darkness of night took place outside the young boy's window, the distant rumble of thunder barely audible. The innocent summer rain tapped at the windows, asking to come in and join the fun inside the cozy family room of the farmhouse. It seemed amazing that in a matter of minutes, their lives as they knew them would be changed forever…
A rough knocking came at the door, seeming very out of place on the quiet night. "I'll get it!" Brian said, walking out of the living room and toward the front door.
"Hey Spider. How have you been?" The 17 year old boy greeted the young police officer at the door, ushering him inside and out of the sprinkling rain. Spider Webster was a good friend of the Beldens on the police force. A dark air surrounded the tall and trim policeman, whose hands were stuffed deep in his pockets, his shoulders hunched over, and his face was hidden by the visor of his hat.
"Brian, I need to speak with you and your siblings. It's important." Spider stated in a monotone. Chocolate-colored brows furrowed on Brian's forehead. "Is something wrong?" he asked, his voice creased with worry.
"Please Brian," Spider finally lifted his head, and Brian saw the utter sorrow he would become so used to that filled Spider's dark eyes, "It would be better if I told you all at once." Brian nodded, and silently led the young policeman back into the living room, where time of innocence and joy were numbered…
I own none of these charactors(though I really wish i did) :)
This is my first fanfic on this site, so please review but don't be mean! :)