Here is Chapter 2 everybody! Hopefully you enjoy it. I'm still trying to shake my writer's block so bare with me if this sucks. It'll get better, I promise3.
"Dear Bianca, Hey Bee! I'm sorry about everything, for putting you through this. You are NOT one of the reasons behind my death. People are probably surprised aren't they? I bet everyone guessed it was you but guess what guys? Bianca DeSousa is one of the sweetest people I've ever met...when you give her the chance to be. In fact Bee, tell them the story on how we first met. On how you were my first real friend at Degrassi. When you're finished telling them, read the rest of this and I'll explain on how you made my short life so much more worthwhile."
Bianca stops reading and looks up at us. Although her face is pale, she wears a smirk of triumph.
"I told you I didn't do anything to her," she sneers at Alli. Alli rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. Alli hates being proven wrong.
"So, go on, tell the story," Fitz says and Bianca throws him a glare.
"Jesus, hold on, I was just going to!" She bristles at him but then after taking a deep breath she begins.
"I was outside The Dot, just kind of hanging out and I saw this girl, Sophia, standing a couple feet away from me, also just standing outside The Dot. She looked kind of lost and I went up and started talking to her. She told me she was new, and that she didn't know anybody. We just talked for a while and ended up going to the park. She liked The Food Network too." Bianca shrugs as she finishes her story.
"Honestly, that doesn't sound at all worthwhile," K.C. says after a pause.
"I'm sorry that my story wasn't good enough for you. Obviously it was good enough for Sophia," Bianca snaps and glowers at K.C.
"He's right though," Adam pipes up. Drew shoots Adam a look, clearly telling him to shut up. Drew was obviously still sore about how things ended with his little Alli-Bianca love triangle.
Adam shrugs. "What? He's right. That doesn't sound like something special, or monumental. Read the rest of the letter Bianca, maybe it explains more."
Bianca mumbles something under her breath but picks up the letter once more. She reads quietly:
"Let me guess. No one understands why that moment was so special, right? I know you probably downplayed it Bianca, but people need to know what a wonderful person you are so I'll tell you the story from my perspective.
I was sitting outside The Dot because I was afraid to go in. I didn't have any friends yet and it would look stupid of me to go in there alone. Then, I saw you standing outside too. I'd seen you earlier that week around school, always looking so menacing and tough. To me, you were the most independent girl I'd ever seen, because I could tell you didn't need anyone in your life. You just had that aura around you. But what's weird is, when I saw you standing outside The Dot, I didn't see you as some tough bitch. I saw you as a girl who desperately wanted to belong. In that moment, you seemed as lost as I was.
I remember you looked up and saw me staring at you and for a second I saw this look in your eyes. You knew that I saw behind your disguise. I was afraid you'd come up and hit me, in all honesty. But you surprised me once again. You came up and started talking to me. You said that you had seen me around school and asked if I was new. When I told you that I didn't know anybody you suggested we go to the park and hang out. Bianca, when you said that, I was so happy. Happy that for once, I wasn't just the invisible girl.
We walked to the park and you just chattered away about this and that. We shared our mutual love for cooking. Imagine, Bianca the Bitch, liked to bake cupcakes. I remembered thinking that and I'm pretty sure I burst out laughing like an imbecile. But instead of looking at me like I was crazy, you just smiled too, like you knew what I was thinking.
You told me a lot about yourself that day. I shared a lot of who I was with you too. You talked to me about the time you had a crush on boy in your fifth grade class and how he pushed you into the dirt and called you ugly, about how when you were in seventh grade and your dad's friends started hitting on you. On how one of them even tried to touch you. I knew that this was the first time you'd probably ever opened up to somebody. I was happy that you trusted me enough to tell me all this. Part of me thinks now, that even then, you knew I wasn't going to be around a lot longer to be able to repeat these stories anyways. Like you knew I would be dead soon.
Bianca, Bee the Baker as I called you that day, you said one thing to me at the end. The sun was setting and I remember how you were glowing pink in the fading light. Your hair was all tousled from sitting in the grass and you were smiling at me. I told you, that you had one of the prettiest smiles ever and that you should wear it more often. I saw how your face turned sad and you started picking at the grass. You told me, "Sophia, I'm the girl that no one tries to hurt, you know? If I started smiling, if I let people know I was happy, then they could hurt me again. I've been hurt enough in one lifetime, to not want to feel like crap ever again." I just remembered holding your hand for a second, just a second and said, "Bee you're already hurting as it is." You took your hand away but you smiled at me again, a real smile. I hoped for you, that you'd be able to get over your fear of being a victim again. That you'd open up to others like you did for me.
I know this was probably hard for you to read. Especially hard for you to read it out loud. Open up Bianca, that's what I want you to learn from my death. Open up and let others see what a truly remarkable soul you are. You have so much to offer than you give yourself credit for. I miss you, Bee. Love, Sophia."
Bianca is crying freely now. She doesn't try to hide it, and it is her first attempt to take in Sophia's advice. She is showing us that she is weak. Bianca clutches the paper to her chest and I see all the pain that Bianca has hidden so carefully from us. Gone is her tough façade, and in its place is a broken girl.
It's Alli who moves forward first. She hugs Bianca and although Bianca remains stiff at first in Alli's arms, she slowly hugs back.
"I'm sorry about Drew," she whispers and Alli just nods. Drew's face fills with shame and he looks away. Alli draws away from Bianca, her own eyes filled with tears and she gives a sad little laugh. Alli retreats back to her original spot in the circle.
I watch as Fitz hesitantly puts his arm around Bianca. Bianca leans against him and I see Fitz look surprised, like he expects to be shoved away. He clears his throat and then asks, "Ok, who next?"
A crack of thunder answers him and we all whip our heads up to look at the sky. From far away, we see the pitch-black clouds edge closer to us.
"I'll go next," a voice says and we turn back to face Alli, who has just spoken.
She holds her letter in her hand and on her face is a look of resolution.
"If I can go around casting the blame on others, I should be able to know that the blame could easily be on me." Alli looks at Bianca apologetically. We're quiet as we hear the ripping of paper as Alli opens her envelope. She pulls out her paper and in a quiet voice, begins to read her letter.
Now just to make this more evil on you, I'm not gonna post Chapter 3 until I get up to 50 reviews. Can you do it? I bet you can since I already got 25 reviews for Chapter 1. Don't let me down people ;]