So, is there any chance you would believe me if I told you I've been in Narnia for the past two years? Anyone? Well, I'm not gonna go through a whole long speech on all my excuses, because you guys deserve better than that. However, I am sorry about leaving you hanging. I'll try and be better, but I make no such promises. So, I guess I'm staring where I left off two years ago...
Leo's POV
As you would expect, the usual stampede of campers stormed up to the pivilion to feed their starving souls. I decided it was best not to continue telling Josie that I had had a dream of her death; I could see that being a major turn off.
"Hey, we haven't had any story in quite a while" Josie reminded me. "Why don't we catch up on that? I wanna know what happened to Hollie"
"Oh yeah..." I thought. If I'm going to be completely honest, I'd forgotten that I even had a story to tell Oops...
"Yeah, of course we can do that!" I exclaimed, honestly just trying to remember where the hell I had even left off.
After a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs (which probably had more cheese than legitimate eggs) I assembled the gang to hear out my story.
"Why are we at the beach?" Piper questioned as we formed a rather dysfunctional circle.
"We all could use a change of scene..." Josie sang quietly. I gave her an odd glance, and she retorted by saying "Pippin; look it up"
Under the assumption that this was another strange musical obsession of hers, I took a mental roll call. Everyone appeared to be there.
"Why are we doing this?" Travis asked me, in all seriousness.
"Yeah, it feels like it's been like, two years" his brother agreed.
"Hey," I began to argue. "At least I'm telling it! Anyway, I'm pretty sure I left off by doing a Facebook search for Hollie..."
I couldn't believe what I was reading. On this 11 year old girl's social media account, horrific words were plastered across it left and right. My adolescent mind went numb seeing words like "slut" and "whore" and "nerd" all directed at one person.
"Holy crap..." I said to myself in disbelief.
Before I could think twice, I was sprinting out of my dorm in the dead of night to find some girl I didn't even know.
"Awe, that's kind of sweet, Leo!" Piper chimed in, a romantic gaze fluttering across her eyes.
Josie pouted to herself.
It was only when I was half way to no where when I realized that I had no idea where I was going.
"Nice work, Sherlock" Clarisse muttered.
"Hey, don't compare me to Sherlock. We all know that Cumberbatch will always come on top"
I thought some rather profound words as I also realized I was wearing solely my boxers and my ancient Billy Joel t-shirt. Mortified by my defeat, I shuffled back to my room to willow in self pity.
The next morning came after a night of harsh insomnia. I woke to Dash closing the door with a bang, and walking in with his head in his hand.
"Dude, you okay?" I asked him in a soft, half awake voice.
Despite the near silence of the question, I was still met with a "Shh, don't talk so freaking loud. I got myself a massive migraine"
"Ugh, I get those all the time," Katie mentioned. "They really do suck"
"Yeah, me too!" Jason popped in. "I guess they come from having so much lightning stored in my body or something. It makes my eyes kind of blurry too..."
"Oh golly, what fun it is to learn things about each other. Both Katie and Jason's heads hurt so horrendously badly that they can't move or think in those circumstances. May I continue?"
Not wishing to anger my new friend, I decided to haul my lazy ass-
"Okay, I don't mean to be a buzzkill, but your little brother is sitting right next to you" Nyssa lectured, gesturing to Harley.
"Hi!" The eight year old waved to me.
"Nah, he doesn't care, do you Harles?" I asked him, pulling him onto my lap with ease.
"No! Quit being a party pooper, Nyssa!"
"Yeah!" I chorused along, letting my inner eight year old out for a spin.
Nyssa glowered at me, and gave me a look that said "Just don't screw up again, Valdez"
So I hauled my-
*cough cough*
-butt out of bed and got ready for an easy Saturday. I strolled out onto the commons and found a heard of people surrounding familiar blonde curls.
"Whatcha doing, Hollie?" A taunting voice cried.
There was no response.
"What book is that?" Another voice questioned.
No response.
"Come on, Wester play nice"
The book Hollie's attention was focused on was ripped from her fingers, and I heard a slight rip coming from the pages.
"Give it back" a quiet, indecisive voice whispered.
Reading directly from the book, the mean girl said "It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife"
She slammed the book, and tossed it into the fountain. Hollie visibly flinched as it sunk down to the bottom.
"Normal people don't read books like that; get with the program, bitch"
"Leo-"
"IT IS OKAY FOR ME TO SAY, BECAUSE I AM QUOTING ANOTHER PERSON"
As the girl stormed away (Terra, I later learned her name), I felt compelled to say something; to stand up for this blatant abuse. But I didn't. She wasn't my friend; why would it matter to me?
"Did we really wait two years, just for a story about bullying?" Conner complained.
Later that night, after I had discovered what room number she was, I snuck into Hollie's dorm to check on her.
I knocked on the door three times, and there was no sign of anyone in there. Feeling that the door was unlocked, I quietly slipped it open.
As I looked inside, it looked like a stereotypical nerd room; books piled everywhere, nerdy quotes plastered all over the wall. Everything seemed to be in order.
Save for the dead body that was hanging on the ceiling by a belt.
"Oh... Maybe that was worth the wait" Conner said quietly.
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