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ok, so here's chapter one...hope ya like it...lemme know if it totally sucks, be brutally honest...
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"Pacey!" Joey Potter yelled at her boyfriend as she ran after him down the hallway. After finally catching up with him, and running over a few people, she finally got him to slow down. "Where's the fire, Pace?" she asked now walking beside him.
"Well, ya see, Jo, I have this thing called a job. And I show up there at a set time, which happens to be in 5 minutes, and they pay me money. Which I then spend on you." He flashed her a smile and took off at a jog.
"Okay, Pace, I'll meet you at the B&B at 7?" Joey yelled after him. He yelled right back at her, "It's a date, babe!" and then he was gone.
'What in the world did I ever do to deserve someone as good as him...' Joey thought to herself as she walked away from Capeside High tword her house.
*~*~*~*~*
Mrs. Witter was alone. In the house, at least. For once everyone was gone, somewhere or another. This was a rare occurance on account of her many children, and grandchildren. And there was always her husband.
On this day, though, she was happy for the silence. It gave her time to think. She walked up to the attic, to the farthest corner, and sat down on an old chair. She reached down and picked up a cardboard box, buried under one labeled 'Gretchen'. This box, however, had no label on it. She took off the lid slowly and picked up the picture that lay on top gently, as if it would break at any moment. It was a picture of a little girl, about the age of 3. With brown hair.
"My poor little Belle, my little angel..." Mrs. Witter said quietly to herself as she began to cry. She set the picture on another box she was using as a table. She fished through everything in the box, looking at it all. Savoring it. Hair from her very first haircut. A purple ribbon. Her favorite dress, the red one with the white trim...
"Whatever in the world happened to you?"
The front door slammed.
Mrs. Witter must've jumped 3 feet into the air.
'No, they're home. They can't find me looking at these!!' She panicked as she quickly tossed all the contents back into the box...but not before taking one last glance at the picture. She placed it in the corner and put the 'Gretchen' box back on top of it.
'There, now no one will find it.'
She sighed and then quickly ran downstairs as her husband came marching in.
"What were you doing?" Sheriff Witter demanded. She wiped her eyes and looked at him. Drunk, again.
"Oh, you know, just tidying up."
"Then why the hell were you crying?"
"Oh...you must know how dusty it gets up there...I'm allergic to dust."
"Ok. What's for dinner? I could eat a cow!" Mr. Witter screamed as he stomped into the tv room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You, Mr. Witter, are late." Dawson said from behind the counter at Screenplay Video. Pacey threw his bag down and plopped down in the seat Dawson had just gotten out of, "Sorry, man, had to make up a test."
"Yea, well it helps if you tell me first."
"Will do next time!"
"I'm out of here, told Gretchen I'd meet her 10 minutes ago." Dawson ran out the door and in the process also ran into a group of kids. Pacey went outside to apologize for his friend, who seemingly wasn't affected by the pile of kids laying on the cement. He looked down the street just in time to see Dawson jet around a corner. He shook his head, laughed, and turned to the kids.
"I am sooo sorry." Pacey said helping the kids up. "He was running late." A boy about the age of 16 or so looked at him and answered, "It's alright. Dosen't look like there's any broken bones. Everyone ok?"
There was about 5 or 6 kids...and they were all fine.
"So, you guys aren't from around Capeside, are ya?" Pacey asked. He certainly didn't recognize them. "Naw, we're from Boston. We're on a class trip and this was a stop. We're staying the night, then we're gone." a small blonde girl answered.
"Ain't all that interesting, is it?" Pacey asked, already knowing the answer. They all laughed, "No, not really, what do you guys do for fun?"
'These poor poor kids.' Pacey thought to himself. 'At least they're leaving tommorrow. Cause there is nothing to do around here.'
"oh, yea, there's TONS to do in Capeside!" Pacey exclaimed, trying to make the kids feel better. Suddenly there was a commotion across the street as a little brunette girl about the age of 14 ran across and nearly got run over. "Bella!? What are you trying to do!? Get yourself killed?!" The blonde boy screamed running over to her.
"Yea, Josh, that's exactly what I was trying to do..." the girl said while sitting down on a bench. "Get killed so that I can say I was the ONLY person to die on the trip..."
"All I'm saying is be more careful, your mother would kill me if anything happened to you." Josh replied while holding her arm and making her stand up. "Oh, I'm so sure she would!" Bella replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "C'mon...See ya later, dude." Josh called to Pacey as they walked away.
'Ok, now Pacey, that was just a coincidence.' Pacey said to himself as he sat down on a bench. 'That was NOT, nor will it EVER be, your little sister. Isabella is gone. She was kidnapped. She's probably dead. That was not her...' He took a deep breath, then stared after the kids.
"But what if it was?"
ok, so here's chapter one...hope ya like it...lemme know if it totally sucks, be brutally honest...
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"Pacey!" Joey Potter yelled at her boyfriend as she ran after him down the hallway. After finally catching up with him, and running over a few people, she finally got him to slow down. "Where's the fire, Pace?" she asked now walking beside him.
"Well, ya see, Jo, I have this thing called a job. And I show up there at a set time, which happens to be in 5 minutes, and they pay me money. Which I then spend on you." He flashed her a smile and took off at a jog.
"Okay, Pace, I'll meet you at the B&B at 7?" Joey yelled after him. He yelled right back at her, "It's a date, babe!" and then he was gone.
'What in the world did I ever do to deserve someone as good as him...' Joey thought to herself as she walked away from Capeside High tword her house.
*~*~*~*~*
Mrs. Witter was alone. In the house, at least. For once everyone was gone, somewhere or another. This was a rare occurance on account of her many children, and grandchildren. And there was always her husband.
On this day, though, she was happy for the silence. It gave her time to think. She walked up to the attic, to the farthest corner, and sat down on an old chair. She reached down and picked up a cardboard box, buried under one labeled 'Gretchen'. This box, however, had no label on it. She took off the lid slowly and picked up the picture that lay on top gently, as if it would break at any moment. It was a picture of a little girl, about the age of 3. With brown hair.
"My poor little Belle, my little angel..." Mrs. Witter said quietly to herself as she began to cry. She set the picture on another box she was using as a table. She fished through everything in the box, looking at it all. Savoring it. Hair from her very first haircut. A purple ribbon. Her favorite dress, the red one with the white trim...
"Whatever in the world happened to you?"
The front door slammed.
Mrs. Witter must've jumped 3 feet into the air.
'No, they're home. They can't find me looking at these!!' She panicked as she quickly tossed all the contents back into the box...but not before taking one last glance at the picture. She placed it in the corner and put the 'Gretchen' box back on top of it.
'There, now no one will find it.'
She sighed and then quickly ran downstairs as her husband came marching in.
"What were you doing?" Sheriff Witter demanded. She wiped her eyes and looked at him. Drunk, again.
"Oh, you know, just tidying up."
"Then why the hell were you crying?"
"Oh...you must know how dusty it gets up there...I'm allergic to dust."
"Ok. What's for dinner? I could eat a cow!" Mr. Witter screamed as he stomped into the tv room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You, Mr. Witter, are late." Dawson said from behind the counter at Screenplay Video. Pacey threw his bag down and plopped down in the seat Dawson had just gotten out of, "Sorry, man, had to make up a test."
"Yea, well it helps if you tell me first."
"Will do next time!"
"I'm out of here, told Gretchen I'd meet her 10 minutes ago." Dawson ran out the door and in the process also ran into a group of kids. Pacey went outside to apologize for his friend, who seemingly wasn't affected by the pile of kids laying on the cement. He looked down the street just in time to see Dawson jet around a corner. He shook his head, laughed, and turned to the kids.
"I am sooo sorry." Pacey said helping the kids up. "He was running late." A boy about the age of 16 or so looked at him and answered, "It's alright. Dosen't look like there's any broken bones. Everyone ok?"
There was about 5 or 6 kids...and they were all fine.
"So, you guys aren't from around Capeside, are ya?" Pacey asked. He certainly didn't recognize them. "Naw, we're from Boston. We're on a class trip and this was a stop. We're staying the night, then we're gone." a small blonde girl answered.
"Ain't all that interesting, is it?" Pacey asked, already knowing the answer. They all laughed, "No, not really, what do you guys do for fun?"
'These poor poor kids.' Pacey thought to himself. 'At least they're leaving tommorrow. Cause there is nothing to do around here.'
"oh, yea, there's TONS to do in Capeside!" Pacey exclaimed, trying to make the kids feel better. Suddenly there was a commotion across the street as a little brunette girl about the age of 14 ran across and nearly got run over. "Bella!? What are you trying to do!? Get yourself killed?!" The blonde boy screamed running over to her.
"Yea, Josh, that's exactly what I was trying to do..." the girl said while sitting down on a bench. "Get killed so that I can say I was the ONLY person to die on the trip..."
"All I'm saying is be more careful, your mother would kill me if anything happened to you." Josh replied while holding her arm and making her stand up. "Oh, I'm so sure she would!" Bella replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "C'mon...See ya later, dude." Josh called to Pacey as they walked away.
'Ok, now Pacey, that was just a coincidence.' Pacey said to himself as he sat down on a bench. 'That was NOT, nor will it EVER be, your little sister. Isabella is gone. She was kidnapped. She's probably dead. That was not her...' He took a deep breath, then stared after the kids.
"But what if it was?"