Chapter 8: Impossible

Nessie

I shoved my father's words to the back of my mind. He was wrong. My friends, my best friends, wouldn't do something so horrible to me. It was someone else that hurt me that night.

I mean, fuck, we've known each other for over ten years now. I still remembered the first time we all met each other like it was just yesterday.

I walked into the cafeteria with all of the other second graders from my class. None of the other kids in my class liked me very much because they all thought I was 'weird' just because I was really good at school.

I liked school a lot because it also meant that I got to mix with other human children. I bought my food and went to sit down at the table that I usually sat at when I noticed a boy was already sitting there eating by himself. He looked really sad.

"Hey you're sitting in my seat," I laughed.

He looked startled. "I'm so sorry! I'll get up! I'll-"

"It's okay," I laughed. "You can sit there as long as you don't mind if I sit here,"

He smiled a big tooth-y smile. "I like you,"

"I've never met you before. Are you new here?" I asked him.

He looked down sadly. "Yeah my daddy got a new job and we had to leave New York. I don't have any friends here,"

"That's okay. I'll be your friend. You seem like a nice boy,"

"Thanks," he smiled again. "My name is Austen by the way. Austen Royce King," he said. "But just call me Austen,"

Now it was my turn to smile. "My name is Renesmee. I know it's a bit of a mouthful so just call me Nessie,"

His eyes went wide. "Like the Loch Ness monster!" he gasped. Then he laughed. "That's really cool I like that,"

"I like that your last name is King. You must be like, rich, or something,"

"My grandpa owns a bank back home in Rochester where I'm from. I don't know much about it though,"

"That is really cool," I said.

"Yeah I guess so. Hey are there any sports around here that we can sign up for?"

"We?"

"Yes we. Since you're my first friend out here. It would be nice to play with someone I kind of already know,"

"Well there is baseball tryouts after school at a park that's not to far from here. We could walk there together. I was going to go sign up anyway,"

"I love baseball!" he shouted gleefully. The other kids looked at him in annoyance. I glared at them daring them to say anything.

When we finished eating we went to the schoolyard to play together. Soon we had to go back to class though. But I was the first person to leave the class when it ended. I spotted the seven year old boy waiting for me in front of our elementary school. He smiled and waived when he saw me.

"How do we get to the park?"

"Just follow me," I told him. Once we were there I spotted all of the other seven year old boys and girls signing up. Two boys walked up to us.

"Are you here to sign up for the team?"

"Yes we are," I said.

"Cool. Our team needs two more players. My name is Liam and this is my friend Adrian. You're Nessie, right? We've seen you at school before,"

My mind snapped back to the present. That day was the start of a beautiful friendship between the three of us. We'd become practically inseparable. My dad was wrong about them. They would never do anything horrible like that to me.

Austen and the others had already arrived at the diner when I parked my car. I was stopped from walking to the back by the host.

"My friends are already waiting for me," I said.

"Under what name?"

"Probably Austen King," I said.

She looked down at her table and nodded. "Follow me,"

King wasn't a very common last name as far as I knew. By all accounts Austen's family lineage nearly died out back in 1933 when his great grandfather Royce King II was found brutally murdered in a hotel room. That story was always a bit of a mystery.

Back in 1933 he'd been engaged to a Ms. Hale. Poor girl went missing a week before they were supposed to get married. Royce quickly found a new fiancée and within two months they got married. A month into the marriage was when Royce was killed. A few months later his widow discovered she was pregnant with, as luck would have it, a son to carry on the last name.

My father's words wouldn't stop playing in my mind though as I sat down with all of my friends. It wasn't true. It wasn't true. It wasn't true. My dad was wrong. I knew my friends so much better than he did. I've known them for over a decade. He's only known them for less than a day.

I got home maybe two hours later and got started on my homework. When I finished with that I went to take a shower. Then I got ready for bed.

I looked through my drawer for my pills that I always kept carefully hidden away. I was always a little worried that my parents would come look through my stuff and find them. When I found the pill bottle I noticed right away that it felt very light. I opened it and was shocked to discover that at least half of the pills were gone. Dr. Brown always gave me a month worth of pills. Now half of them were gone all of a sudden. Why? It didn't make any sense.