Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars or any of the Characters.
Ok so this story is dedicated to someone named Summer. This story was her idea. I just write the story. And thanks to my BFF Lauren for the title of the story
(A/N: So I have revised this story. It seems I made Veronica a little too perky. So please re-read this story and let me know if it's better. I hope I made her sadder. Thanks.)
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I can still remember the first time they found his body. I was on my way to Jefferson High school, when I noticed there were cop cars everywhere. As I was walking up to the school building with my best friend Lauren, a camera crew ran up to me.
"Did you know the kid they found this morning?"
"What kid did you find this morning? What's going on?" I can't help looking around curiously. I notice Lauren fixing her hair and making sure her clothes were neat while smiling into the camera. I couldn't help rolling my eyes. That's what happens when you're popular.
"His name is Wallace Fennel. He was found this morning by the janitorial staff." I can't help it. My jaw hangs open and my eyes bug out. "Excuse me!" My voice comes out shrill. Almost as if I was in shock. "What did you just say?"
The news reporter looked at me like I'm nuts. Maybe I am. What happened after that is a blur. The next thing I know, I'm running. I run all the way to the principal's office where I barge in. He's talking to the police. Breathlessly I ask him what happened. He tried avoiding the question, so I pushed harder with my questions. The police took over and said that it was none of my business. That I should run along back to class. They pushed me out the door and slammed it in my face. Fine whatever, I can take a hint. But I will not give up. I mean how is this even possible? He had just won the State Championship last night! And now he's dead?
Everywhere I went that day, all I could see were the sad looks on everyone's faces. And everywhere I went someone was patting me on the back and saying how sorry they are. I can't help that I got angry at everyone. They have no idea how I feel. He wasn't their Best Friend. They didn't lose someone they loved like a brother. Maybe I'm just numb. Or maybe I'm just in shock. But whatever it is, someone took away my best friend and I'm going to find out who did it. I don't care what it takes.
Later that night on the news, they said they were still questioning people. This to me meant they had no idea who did it. I had no idea who did it either. I mean Wallace was popular. He was the captain of the Basketball Team. Everyone knew him because his father was the late Dwight Fennel, the Football Star. Wallace didn't have any enemies. I knew that if this case was to be solved the right way, then I would have to take matters into my own hands. Whether my father would let me or not.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that how is a simple 16 year old Cheerleader and Homecoming Queen going to handle a murder case? Well you don't know who my father is. My father is Keith Mars. He is the owner and creator of Mars Intel. It's a business that creates Special Surveillance Equipment for the Secret Service. This is cool because it means I get to know the President. Even though I know the President because he and my dad are childhood friends. It's also cool when you're father knows all the right people. I get to spend all my time hanging around daddy's office, and I picked up on a few tricks. I learned how to be sneaky, and I learned how to pick up clues. Basically I learned how to become a spy. And with the knowledge that I had acquired over the years, I began to dig deep into Wallace's murder.
After months of investigating, I finally uncovered the truth. Wallace's father Dwight was seeing someone before he died. She was blackmailing the Fennel Family with evidence that Dwight was using Performance Enhancing Drugs all through his pro-ball career. When Dwight died, she had no one else to blame. No one else to take revenge one. So she decided to go after his son. But when Wallace refused to give into her demands, she shot him. What a bitch. Who does she think she is killing someone innocent like that?
I thought that finding Wallace's killer would bring me some justice. That it would help me sleep at night. But you know what? It didn't. Because at the end of the day Wallace is still gone. I can't just call him randomly and tell him the littlest things that happened to me during the day. The only way for me to talk to him, is when I visit his grave site everyday. I bring him flowers, and I just sit on the side and cry as I tell him how my day went. I would at least hope that he's proud of me for finding out what happened to him.
Just when I was starting to mourn his death, the media began to hound me. They would follow me everywhere I went. I mean if I had to surround myself with friends because I couldn't stand the loneliness anymore, and decided to go to the mall, the media were right behind me the whole time. They would be there first thing in the morning waiting outside the gates of my house, and then they would follow me to school. And when school got out, they would follow me to cheerleading practice. Even though I don't see the point in being a cheerleader anymore. I mean what is the point? It's not like I had anymore pep left in me.
It was getting to the point where I couldn't go anywhere. I mean the media even followed me to church! The only place they couldn't bother me was in my room. Which is where I spend all my time when I'm not in school. At first everyone thought it was so cool to have to camera on them all the time. But as weeks go by, yea it tends to get annoying. And the worst part was the questions they would ask me. Every time they would ask me how I solved the case. And every time I refused to comment, telling the police and the D.A. and the jury that I had been through more then enough. Finally my father had no choice but to tell me that we were moving.
That's right, moving. Not only have I just lost my best friend, and then having the media stalking me, but now I had to leave everyone and everything behind. I had to start at a new school at the end of the school year. We were moving in three days. To a town called Neptune, California. Though I have to admit, that coming from a small seaside town in Oregon, moving to California did sound kind of cool.