Author's Note: Hey everyone. Thank you soo much for taking time to read this. So here's whats going on in the story: The gang is all in their senior year of high school. But there's a secret the Witter family has been keeping for many years...
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She smiled as she walked down the street. She glanced behind her at her two boys that were following her, then down at her little girl who was holding her hand. Isabella. She was three years old, had the most beautiful blue eyes, and this brown hair that curled, but only at the ends. 'God, she's great...my little angel' Mrs. Witter thought to herself. Isabella smiled at her as she ate her ice cream cone.
"Hey! That was MINE, Doug!" Pacey screamed. "Uh, no I DONT THINK SO!" Doug screamed back as the two boys argued over the last Twizler. Mrs. Witter sighed, let go of Belle's hand, and turned around. "Pacey, Doug, now listen to me. Give me the Twizzler."
The two boys looked at her as if their mother had gone totally insane. Mrs. Witter reached for the Twizzler and, of course, they gave it to her. She was after all their mother. She tore it in half then stated calmly while handing half to each of them, "Now here, and try not to argue over little things like that, okay?"
The boys grabbed their candy greedily while nodding. Mrs. Witter turned around to talk to Belle, but she was no where to be seen.
'Oh my god...where is she?!" she searched the street frantically.
"BELLE!!" she shouted over and over again.
"BELLE!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!"
"Momma, where'd Bella go?" Pacey asked innocently. Then she spotted her friend, Lea Miller. She ran over frantically, dragging her boys. "Did you see where Belle went!?!" She screamed.
"No, why, where is she?" Lea asked getting increasingly worried.
"I dont know!" She answered finally breaking down. She totally lost it then and there. She collapsed on a bench and just cried.
"You stay here, sweetie, I'm gonna take Pacey and Doug down to Ron's, I'll be right back, I promise." Lea said rubbing the heartbroken women's back. Then she walked the boy's to her husband's pizza shop.
'I lost her. She's gone. My poor little girl. My baby. My poor little perfect angel...'
After the 'incident' as the family called from that point on. One year later the Witter family moved to a small town in Massachusetts. Capeside. They never spoke of a little girl named Isabella every again after that.
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She smiled as she walked down the street. She glanced behind her at her two boys that were following her, then down at her little girl who was holding her hand. Isabella. She was three years old, had the most beautiful blue eyes, and this brown hair that curled, but only at the ends. 'God, she's great...my little angel' Mrs. Witter thought to herself. Isabella smiled at her as she ate her ice cream cone.
"Hey! That was MINE, Doug!" Pacey screamed. "Uh, no I DONT THINK SO!" Doug screamed back as the two boys argued over the last Twizler. Mrs. Witter sighed, let go of Belle's hand, and turned around. "Pacey, Doug, now listen to me. Give me the Twizzler."
The two boys looked at her as if their mother had gone totally insane. Mrs. Witter reached for the Twizzler and, of course, they gave it to her. She was after all their mother. She tore it in half then stated calmly while handing half to each of them, "Now here, and try not to argue over little things like that, okay?"
The boys grabbed their candy greedily while nodding. Mrs. Witter turned around to talk to Belle, but she was no where to be seen.
'Oh my god...where is she?!" she searched the street frantically.
"BELLE!!" she shouted over and over again.
"BELLE!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!"
"Momma, where'd Bella go?" Pacey asked innocently. Then she spotted her friend, Lea Miller. She ran over frantically, dragging her boys. "Did you see where Belle went!?!" She screamed.
"No, why, where is she?" Lea asked getting increasingly worried.
"I dont know!" She answered finally breaking down. She totally lost it then and there. She collapsed on a bench and just cried.
"You stay here, sweetie, I'm gonna take Pacey and Doug down to Ron's, I'll be right back, I promise." Lea said rubbing the heartbroken women's back. Then she walked the boy's to her husband's pizza shop.
'I lost her. She's gone. My poor little girl. My baby. My poor little perfect angel...'
After the 'incident' as the family called from that point on. One year later the Witter family moved to a small town in Massachusetts. Capeside. They never spoke of a little girl named Isabella every again after that.