***** Thanks Katie for helping me name this chapter... I'm getting bad at that LOL... and you're one of the main reasons why I am still writing this thing :) Also, just wanted to let you all know that I changed the way the girls' mother died in the first chapter. Car accidents are too popular LOL *****
Becky looked over at Stacy from the top bunk. She was sitting on the floor with Connie and Julie, fixing her hair. Even though the two were identical twins, they didn't look alike. Stacy cared more about her outer and inner appearance than Becky did. She would loosen up to people with who she felt she belonged, which was why she was so close to her friends back home.
'She fits right in there with them.' She sighed as she looked at her sister. 'Good for her.' She rolled over and looked at her wall. It was empty. She turned over and looked at the other walls. They were covered with the Ducks. 'Must like looking at themselves. Stacy does too.' She was happy that her sister fit in, she just didn't like the kind of people Stacy fit in with. Becky sat up and unzipped one of her bags. She pulled out a pair of orange pants by Caffeine and a MADE hoodie. She normally dressed in jeans and a fitted t-shirt, but it was cold outside and her MADE hoodie reminded her of her best friend from back home, Carly, because she bought the hoodie for Becky as a going away present. She climbed out of the bunk and took her clothes with her.
"Where's the bathroom?" Becky asked, standing near the door.
"Go left, straight down the hallway. Last door on your right."
"Thanks." She said, pushing the door open and exiting the room. She walked down the hallway and entered the last door on the right, just like Julie had told her. She went inside one of the stalls and removed her pants, putting on her clean pair and pulled her hoodie on over her t-shirt. She stepped out of the stall, pants in hand, and stared at herself in the mirror. She wasn't herself. She was a mere shell of herself. There was something missing from her besides the empty spot in her heart that wept constantly from the loss of her mother. She knew what it was. Becky was a photographer at heart, and back home she was always known to be walking around with her camera, taking pictures of everything. When her mother passed, she buried her camera with the casket; her mother had given her the camera for her sixteenth birthday. It was a part of Becky and Becky wanted a part of her buried with her mom. She had some money saved, but she was keeping it for a rainy day which meant she couldn't afford a new camera. She wanted to take pictures of her new life and send them back to her friends in hope that they would come rescue her. It would never happen. Even if she did get a new camera, she wasn't sure she'd be able to do it any longer. Every time she took a picture her mother would be emblazoned in her mind more so than usual.
'Snap out of it.' She thought to herself. 'With the way people are around here, they'll have a search team after me if I don't get back to my dorm soon.' She left the bathroom and walked slowly down the hallway. 'There must be something good about this place.' She imagined there must be one normal person around at least, without an annoying roommate. Her train of thought was lossed as she felt a huge object interfere with her path and she was knocked backwards onto her back.
"Shit!" She cried out, sitting up. She wasn't surprised when she looked up to see Dean staring down at her. "Don't you know how to walk?" She asked, glaring at him.
"I'm sorry." He offered his hand to pull her to her feet, but she pushed it away and climbed to her feet.
"Don't be sorry, just watch where you're going." When she finished brushing herself off, she laughed as she caught sight of Dean in his entirety. He was wearing khakis that had obviously been ironed recently because of the creases in the legs, and a black button down shirt; and NO bandana.
"What's so funny?" Dean asked.
"Well, if you're supposed to be such a tough guy, why the HELL are you dressed like that?"
"Can't a guy just dress up every once in a while?"
"Yeah, sure." Becky continued laughing as she walked past Dean. She was still laughing when she walked back into the dorm room.
"What's are you laughing at?" Stacy asked as Becky sat down on the bed.
"Forget it." Becky smiled, placing her pants in an orange clothes bag that she had hung from the bed post.
"Uncle Gordon called." Stacy said to Becky, picking up a bottle of pink nail polish and handing it to Connie. Becky rolled her eyes.
'Pink...' She thought to herself. 'What's with that color?'
"And he's taking us out to lunch."
"Good, we're finally getting away from all of these Ducks." Becky let out a sigh of relief.
"Not really." Julie replied cockily. "He invited me and Connie, too."
"And Charlie, Dean, and Lester." Stacy added.
"Call him Averman." Connie laughed. Stacy looked at her with an odd expression on her face. "Better than Lester..." Stacy nodded in agreement and they both laughed.
"Whatever." Becky mumbled. "What time is he coming to pick us up?"
"He's not picking us up." Stacy slid on one of her pink and white shell topped ADIDAS. "We're meeting him at the restaurant."
"Walking?" Becky smiled. She loved walking. It was one thing she could do to relax.
"No, we're driving. I've got a small car, though." Julie shrugged.
"So, you're riding with Dean." Stacy said seriously, trying not to laugh.
"You're kidding right?" Becky glared at her. Stacy shook her head 'no'. "Well, you're coming with Dean, too, right?" Becky asked Stacy. Again, she shook her head 'no'. "Your car is small, but you can fit everyone except for me and Dean?!" She raised her voice. The girls couldn't control it and soon, Julie, Connie, and Stacy were a fit of giggles on the floor.
"It was Uncle Gordon's suggestion." Stacy hardly managed to speak between her laughs. Becky let out an incredible sigh and threw herself backwards onto her bed.
"I hate you all!" She screamed, covering her face with a pillow
Becky looked over at Stacy from the top bunk. She was sitting on the floor with Connie and Julie, fixing her hair. Even though the two were identical twins, they didn't look alike. Stacy cared more about her outer and inner appearance than Becky did. She would loosen up to people with who she felt she belonged, which was why she was so close to her friends back home.
'She fits right in there with them.' She sighed as she looked at her sister. 'Good for her.' She rolled over and looked at her wall. It was empty. She turned over and looked at the other walls. They were covered with the Ducks. 'Must like looking at themselves. Stacy does too.' She was happy that her sister fit in, she just didn't like the kind of people Stacy fit in with. Becky sat up and unzipped one of her bags. She pulled out a pair of orange pants by Caffeine and a MADE hoodie. She normally dressed in jeans and a fitted t-shirt, but it was cold outside and her MADE hoodie reminded her of her best friend from back home, Carly, because she bought the hoodie for Becky as a going away present. She climbed out of the bunk and took her clothes with her.
"Where's the bathroom?" Becky asked, standing near the door.
"Go left, straight down the hallway. Last door on your right."
"Thanks." She said, pushing the door open and exiting the room. She walked down the hallway and entered the last door on the right, just like Julie had told her. She went inside one of the stalls and removed her pants, putting on her clean pair and pulled her hoodie on over her t-shirt. She stepped out of the stall, pants in hand, and stared at herself in the mirror. She wasn't herself. She was a mere shell of herself. There was something missing from her besides the empty spot in her heart that wept constantly from the loss of her mother. She knew what it was. Becky was a photographer at heart, and back home she was always known to be walking around with her camera, taking pictures of everything. When her mother passed, she buried her camera with the casket; her mother had given her the camera for her sixteenth birthday. It was a part of Becky and Becky wanted a part of her buried with her mom. She had some money saved, but she was keeping it for a rainy day which meant she couldn't afford a new camera. She wanted to take pictures of her new life and send them back to her friends in hope that they would come rescue her. It would never happen. Even if she did get a new camera, she wasn't sure she'd be able to do it any longer. Every time she took a picture her mother would be emblazoned in her mind more so than usual.
'Snap out of it.' She thought to herself. 'With the way people are around here, they'll have a search team after me if I don't get back to my dorm soon.' She left the bathroom and walked slowly down the hallway. 'There must be something good about this place.' She imagined there must be one normal person around at least, without an annoying roommate. Her train of thought was lossed as she felt a huge object interfere with her path and she was knocked backwards onto her back.
"Shit!" She cried out, sitting up. She wasn't surprised when she looked up to see Dean staring down at her. "Don't you know how to walk?" She asked, glaring at him.
"I'm sorry." He offered his hand to pull her to her feet, but she pushed it away and climbed to her feet.
"Don't be sorry, just watch where you're going." When she finished brushing herself off, she laughed as she caught sight of Dean in his entirety. He was wearing khakis that had obviously been ironed recently because of the creases in the legs, and a black button down shirt; and NO bandana.
"What's so funny?" Dean asked.
"Well, if you're supposed to be such a tough guy, why the HELL are you dressed like that?"
"Can't a guy just dress up every once in a while?"
"Yeah, sure." Becky continued laughing as she walked past Dean. She was still laughing when she walked back into the dorm room.
"What's are you laughing at?" Stacy asked as Becky sat down on the bed.
"Forget it." Becky smiled, placing her pants in an orange clothes bag that she had hung from the bed post.
"Uncle Gordon called." Stacy said to Becky, picking up a bottle of pink nail polish and handing it to Connie. Becky rolled her eyes.
'Pink...' She thought to herself. 'What's with that color?'
"And he's taking us out to lunch."
"Good, we're finally getting away from all of these Ducks." Becky let out a sigh of relief.
"Not really." Julie replied cockily. "He invited me and Connie, too."
"And Charlie, Dean, and Lester." Stacy added.
"Call him Averman." Connie laughed. Stacy looked at her with an odd expression on her face. "Better than Lester..." Stacy nodded in agreement and they both laughed.
"Whatever." Becky mumbled. "What time is he coming to pick us up?"
"He's not picking us up." Stacy slid on one of her pink and white shell topped ADIDAS. "We're meeting him at the restaurant."
"Walking?" Becky smiled. She loved walking. It was one thing she could do to relax.
"No, we're driving. I've got a small car, though." Julie shrugged.
"So, you're riding with Dean." Stacy said seriously, trying not to laugh.
"You're kidding right?" Becky glared at her. Stacy shook her head 'no'. "Well, you're coming with Dean, too, right?" Becky asked Stacy. Again, she shook her head 'no'. "Your car is small, but you can fit everyone except for me and Dean?!" She raised her voice. The girls couldn't control it and soon, Julie, Connie, and Stacy were a fit of giggles on the floor.
"It was Uncle Gordon's suggestion." Stacy hardly managed to speak between her laughs. Becky let out an incredible sigh and threw herself backwards onto her bed.
"I hate you all!" She screamed, covering her face with a pillow