Chapter One

This is boring, oh so boring, it's so boring that I'm bored out of my miiind! Irma sang in her in head to the tone of 'I Feel Pretty'. And who wouldn't be bored? She was sitting in one of the many chairs around a big oak desk, discussing the will of Elyon Brown. Everyone she had mentioned, not including her parents since they were going to talk to them later, were there.

One was the woman who looked a little older then her. She was beautiful, that much Irma could see. Her long blonde hair was held back by a purple head band. A green shirt held tightly to her curves, and the skirt she wore made her look exotic.

Another girl defiantly stood out as well. She was pretty as well. With her short red hair, giving her an innocent look. She had brown eyes that looked so unaccustomed to the sadness within them. They were eyes that looked like they were usually bright and happy. She were a loose fitting orange sweatshirt, and jeans.

Next to the red head was a girl that hadn't been invited at first, but she came along with the red head for support, which Irma found rather touching. The girl herself was okay looking, not beautiful but she had a certain air around her. She was a black girl with black hair with a braid on the left side of her head. She wore a long sleeved red shirt, and a jean skirt. But the thing Irma found the most interesting about her was her glasses. Irma had never seen anyone look as good in glasses as this girl did.

Along with the three girls were others that were close to Elyon Brown. But for some reason, Irma didn't find them as interesting as the three she had just described.

"Which one of you is..." Irma's father began, before looking at a piece of paper in his hands. "Cornelia Hale?"

Irma watched as the pretty blonde, who seemed to be in a daze throughout the whole conversation, snapped her head up. "Oh... That would be me." she said softly.

"Alright, thank you." Irma's father replied, smiling at her. "What about Wilma Vandom."

The red head raised her hand. "Me."

"Thank you," then he turned his head to look at the black woman. "And you are?"

"I'm Taranee Cook," said the girl. "I'm here for... moral support."

Her father nodded went on with the names, but Irma found herself once again spacing out.

'Yesterday was fun,' she thought, her mind wondering about the days events. She and Hay Lin, who had come back for vacation, had gone to the beach with all of their friends.

Irma let out a relaxed sigh. Just the thought of the beach calmed her. She had stayed in the water practically the whole time they were there. It's not like she couldn't. She could stay in the bathtub for two hours without even getting pruney. Hay Lin had always said it was because she was half fish or something.

'I wish.' she thought.

Suddenly she was brought out from her thoughts by a soft shout.

"No!" said Cornelia Hale, as she stood up in her seat.

'Dad must have told her about how Elyon died...' Irma thought, feeling sympathy for the woman.

"Elyon would never... She was happy! She wouldn't kill herself!" she practically screamed. Everyone in the room was staring at her, either in sympathy, shock, or sorrow.

"She was found hanging from the banister by a rope. Ms. Hale," Irma's father told her sternly. Irma looked at him in shock. How could he be so cruel as to say that? Couldn't he be a little more compassionate? This woman had just lost someone she loved dearly! Could he not show a little more tenderness toward that fact?

Irma watched as theWill woman put a hand on Cornelia's shoulder, and comfortingly brought her to sit back down.

But for some reason Cornelia's words rang through Irma's head.

"She was happy! She wouldn't kill herself!"

And for some strange reason, Irma found herself believing the hysterical blonde woman.

Taranee watched as Will and Cornelia broke away from their embrace. Will seemed to ask her something, but Cornelia shook her head. Will said something else, and this time the other girl nodded. Then Cornelia got into her silver porche and drove away.

Taranee then walked up to Will and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Will she be alright?" she asked.

Will gave her a smile and nodded her head. "In time. Cornelia and Elyon were best friends, so it might take awhile. I think she's still in shock from...well, you know."

Taranee nodded. The fact that Elyon had killed herself. Taranee couldn't even think about how Cornelia felt, or Will, or anyone else that was close to this girl. "Is it okay for her to be alone?"

Will let out a small laugh. "Yeah. Cornelia's not going to follow Elyon. She's not that stupid..." She trailed off, leaving Taranee to look at her questioningly.

"What?" Taranee asked.

"This may sound stupid but... I kinda believe Cornelia. I mean, Elyon wasn't the type to kill herself either. She had tons of friends, a loving family, and was always so happy. She even got accepted into that art school she applied to, the one she had been dreaming of going too. I don't get why she would..."

Taranee smiled some more, and squeezed her shoulder. "If that's what you believe, I believe it too."

Will returned her smile, and placed her hand over hers. "Thank you, Taranee. Really, thank you for everything."

But there was something that Taranee was keeping from Will. Something that might or might not be important.

Cornelia Hale seemed oddly familiar.

Hay Lin wanted to scream. She wanted to scream, throw things, and basicallyhave a tantrum.

She could not believe her parents! How could they! Did they think her to be lonely? Did they think she couldn't take care of her own love life? Well apparently since they invited over their good friends and his son, who, coincidently, was her age.

Ugh! How could they? She should have known they would do something like this.

"Hay Lin!" She heard her mother call. "Come greet our guests!"

Oh great, they're here!

Hay Lin let out a sigh asshe checked her reflection one more time. Her long black hair was is its usual pigtails, and she wore a pink tank top and jean skirt. She looked presentable enough.

She reluctantly dragged herself from the safety of her room, and into the living room. Standing beside her parents were another Asian couple, and next to them was the most handsome boy, no, man she had ever seen.

He had unruly black hair and brown eyes. He wore jeans, a grey t-shirt and red over shirt. What caught her attention the most, though, was the red glimmering helmet tucked under his right arm. Did he drive a motorcycle?

"Hay Lin," her father began. "This is Mr. And Mrs. Lyndon," he gesture to the two other parents. Then he moved he hand toward the boy. "And their son, Eric."

"H-Hello," Hay Lin said. She nearly slapped herself for stuttering. Since when did she stutter? Irma was the boy crazy one dammit! She got even more aggravated at how her knees weakened when Eric smiled at her.

"Hi," he said. "It's nice meeting you." He stuck out his hand.

He had to be kidding. She could hardly deal with just speaking to him, how could he expect for her to touch him? Who cares if it was just a greeting, it was still skin to skin.

So she did something that most likely shamed her parents. She ignored his hand and sat down on the couch, and took one of the cups of tea that were set on the coffee table.

She ignored the shocked faces of her parents, the Lyndon's as well as Eric's.

Hay Lin would not let this boy get the better of her.

She would not fall in love with him.

Cornelia walked through the park once again, but this time more aware of her surroundings. Around her couples walked by hand in hand, arm in arm. Children ran around, playing tag or hide and seek.

She let out a sigh as her strides grew longer. She came to a stop when she was at her destination.

The fountain.

It was the fountain she and Elyon always sat at when they just wanted to relax and talk. Elyon would also always come here to sketch, with Cornelia had posing more than once.

The fountain itself was rather interesting. The concrete path only surrounded half of it, while the other half stood at the edge of a rather large hill. She and Elyon had, on many occasions, twirled around on the edge of the fountain, seeing if they would fall down the hill. But it had never happened. Both of them had always been graceful, Cornelia more so than Elyon.

Cornelia smiled slightly at the memories, as she climbed onto the edge of the fountain. She took a deep breathe, closed her eyes, and started twirling around.

She must have gone around at least twice before her emotions got the better of her, and tears escaped down her cheeks.

She missed Elyon so much.

Suddenly, she felt her foot get caught at the marble edge of the fountain. She struggled to keep her balance, but it was in vain. She faintly heard a gruff voice call out, "Watch out!"

She suddenly fell, hitting something rather familiar. She and this familiar object rolled down the hill, but soon came to a stop at the bottom.

Cornelia groaned as she moved her head slightly. She wasn't laying on the soft grass. Instead she was laying on...someone's chest?

Her eyes widened, and she moved her head even further, coming face to face with...

Her savior.

Will sighed as she looked through her photo album. Tears fell down her face as she looked a particular picture of her and Elyon, theirs arms wrapped around each others shoulders, wearing their bathing suites. They had just finished a swimming marathon at camp, Will winning by a millisecond.

She turned to the next page and smiled slightly. There was she, Elyon, and Cornelia, all standing in front of an oversized plastic chicken. That was the first time Will went to visit Elyon. She had met Cornelia, and they became fast friends, something that was still hard to believe most people. They were pretty much complete opposites.

That day, the three girls had gone all over the town, showing Will everything they could. The photo was taken at Big Bangies Barbeque, they had the best chicken in town.

But suddenly something rang through Will's mind. Something Elyon had said that day when Cornelia had gone to the washroom.

"Cornelia's someone who needs a shoulder to lean on. I can't imagine her without someone to give her support. That's why we're so close. She needs someone to depend on, and I need someone to depend on me."

It's been three hours since Cornelia and she parted ways. Will was getting worried. She really didn't think Cornelia was capable of suicide, but still... She hadn't thought Elyon to be either.

No! Will couldn't think things like that.

But she couldn't help it. She was getting paranoid, because of this whole thing, she was beginning to expect everyone in her life to disappear.

Matt, Taranee, Cornelia, mom, everyone.

It was starting to get annoying.

But something wasn't right. Elyon was too happy to do something so drastic. There had to be something else. She felt it, Cornelia felt it, something was wrong.

But what?

If it wasn't suicide, what could have happened? A freak accident? A joke? A murder?

Murder...

Could that be the truth? Could that be what had really happened? But if it was, why would someone want to kill her? Why would someone want to kill Elyon?

Why?

There you have it. Pleace excuse any grammatic errors, I'll fix those later. Remember, reviews are our friends! Well at least mine, anyway.