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Bridget was the eldest Spencer child. She had her father's hair and her mother's eyes. She had extraordinary comedic abilities and was extremely athletic. She was tall and thin, the captain of the soccer team. She was the most beautiful girl in school. She was Bailey's best friend. Her heart had broken along with Dylan's when Bailey had been murdered. She was out on the soccer field when Dylan discovered her, her best friend's blood spilled on the field that made her dreams come true. That was all three months ago. Her parents had promised her that they would find whoever killed Bailey. The more they searched, however, the more girls were killed. Bridget was scared that she would become a victim too. Her father promised that she wouldn't be, but that didn't lessen her fear.

It pained Juliet to watch her daughter cry herself to sleep, the image of her best friend never leaving her mind. Shawn and Juliet talk about that day from time to time, but mostly about clues they have found at work.

Late one night while Juliet rested her head on Shawn's chest, they listened to their daughter cry. She didn't cry every night, but when she thought about what had happened for a while, it made her miss her friend.

High School, the most marvelous place on earth. When most kids are young children, they see high school as a scary place. Once they are in it, they see it as the most boring part of their lives. No arts and crafts, no fun play time, just double the work and harder the classes.

If you walked into the Santa Barbara High School cafeteria, you would be able to immediately see the division of the teens. Like a scene of "Mean Girls", the popular kids sat with each other and the unpopular kids, likewise.

Bridget sat at the lunch table with Dylan every day, they talked about Bailey. It seemed to be killing the both of them slowly, breaking them down piece by piece. She used to sit with the popular kids and was given the label "hot", but since they lost Bailey she could have cared less what people thought about her. Shawn insisted that Bridget talk to his mother for an evaluation but she decided otherwise.

"What was your favorite thing about her?" Bridget stabbed at her mystery meat while she questioned him.

"Her eyes", he responded. He tried to avoid eye contact with her. She and Bailey had the same blue eyes, they were practically sisters.

"No, I meant your favorite thing about her personality."

"Oh, well she was really funny, I guess" the fact that he said it this way made her wonder, "Did you love her?"

"I-I guess."

"You guess?"

"I mean-", he struggled with his words "I can't talk about this right now." He left her sitting at the table, alone.

Later that night, Bridget sat at the dinner table with her parents, Jacob, and Alexis. Shawn, being the nosey person he was, began to interrogate his daughter.

"So Bridget, tell me about this Dylan guy."

"DAAAADDDD!"

"Shawn" Juliet whined. "Leave her alone."

Jacob and Alexis were laughing uncontrollably and caught their father's attention. Shawn reached over to Alexis's head and rubbed it a little. All three Spencer children were blessed with his gorgeous locks and he made sure to show it off to all of his friends.

"No really Bridge, who is he?" her father insisted.

"He was-", she was struggling to get her words out. Even the thought of Bailey upset her. "He was Bailey's boyfriend"

"Bailey was like our daughter, how come she never talked about him?" Geez, her father was persistent.

"Dad-"

"Maybe you should invite him over; we could watch "The Breakfast Club" together!" Shawn was excited now.

"No dad." She pushed her chair out and stood up. "I'll be in my room."

She started up the stairs and stopped halfway up.

"Dad, can I spend the night at Hallie's house tomorrow?"

"You don't have to ask to spend the night next door you know."

"Okay" she smiled.

He watched from across the street as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom. He hid behind a rose bush; several roses were missing from their stems. The hooded figure removed a knife from his pocket and cut a rose from the bush.

He crossed the street of the small neighborhood and walked to the house next to the Spencer's. He took the key from under the mat, as if it wasn't an obvious place to hide a key, and opened the door.

A half hour later, he came out of the house, no rose to be found. He placed the key under the mat and walked back to his hiding spot, one less girl at Santa Barbara High School now.

Once behind the bush he muttered, "One day Spencer, I'll get my revenge."

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