I heard the rumbling of the trucks' tires as I laid my head on the window. My lips stayed in the same position ever since that dreadful day -- unmoving.
My friend's family's lawyer, Megan, toke a glance at me while she was driving to see how I was doing.
"Fine, I guess," I said barely moving my lips. I glanced at the tress we were passing on the dirt road.
"Camille, show a smile! You can't not smile forever," said Megan.
"Watch me," I challenged. "And don't ever call me Camille again, it's Ellie."
"Ellie, you're going to have to sometime."
I turned back to the window, just looking. I saw a face in the sky; Dirk's bald head and pale blue eyes stared at me, I gasped, blinked my eyes then he was gone.
"Ellie, what did you see?" asked Megan with a flushed look on her face.
"It was nothing, just saw a deer, that's all," I lied.
"Alright," said Megan still looking worried as she put her eyes back on the road.
I can never get the scene out of my head. Abbie's piercing scream with her brown eyes wide, gasping her one last breath, collapsing with her auburn hair all around her, while Dirk, her 'boyfriend' snickers and leaves Abbie dead as he starts to come towards me. The police came in responding to the neighbors' compliant of loud noise. Dirk runs away at the scene as tears run down my face. Everything passed by me like I was watching a movie; ambulances, police cars, detectives and the news casters come to the scene as I'm being pulled away by some stranger.
"Don't worry, your friend's alright," said the stranger.
"No! No! She's not!" I scream as tears go into my mouth. "Dirk murdered her in front of my eyes! How can you say that?!"
"She's in a better place," she says calmly.
"What a nice dead memory isn't it?" I said sarcastically.
I get into a police car as I'm being pulled off to the police headquarters. Questions are being shouted off at me like an angry driver that honks as I'm walking into the building. I remember the metal desk and chair that I was on. A detective looking at me in the eye asking, "Do you know who murdered your friend, Abbie Marie King?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
I toke a deep breath then said, "Dirk Williams. He's a high school drop out. He was Abbie's boyfriend."
"How old is - was - Abbie?" He asked walking around me.
"She had just turned fourteen."
"Does Abbie's parents know that she was dating a high school drop out?" he asked.
"No, Abbie told me to not to tell her parents because they will never let her."
"Interesting. So her parents don't even know she was with him at the time."
"No sir."
"How old is Dirk right now?"
"He's about two and half years older than Abbie, so I'll say around seventeen."
"Why do you think Dirk killed Abbie?" he asked handing me a tissue.
"Abbie told me she was going to break up with him because her parents were getting suspicious. She wanted me there for moral support," I said blowing my nose afterward.
"How did Dirk kill her?" he asked handing me the whole box of tissues.
I looked down at the floor playing with my hands.
"Madeleine, how did he kill her?"
I looked up at him my eyes filling up with water, "With a gun."
"Ellie, we're here," said Megan interrupting my memories.
"Finally," I breathed as I jumped out of Megan's truck facing a barn.
"This is my new home?" I asked.
"Ellie, just be grateful the police arrived when they did, you could have been dead," she said pulling my suitcase out of the trunk.
"I could have gone to New York or something. He wouldn't find me there," I said trying to get the flies away from me.
"That will be one of the first places he'll look. You're here in Albion, Idaho, and that's where you are staying."
I used to live in LA with my grandparents. Mom died giving birth and Dad is a complete loser, as Grandma told me, and didn't want anything to do with me, so Mom's parents toke me in and named me after Mom, Madeleine Marie McCann. Well, not anymore because I'm in the Witness Protection Program now, so my new name is Camille Joy Larson, but Camille is such a boring name so I now go by Ellie.
I lived with Abbie in an apartment her parents bought for her. You see, Abbie's parents are losers too, and when my grandparents died in a car accident when I was ten Abbie told me to live with her.
"Ellie, go open the door with the key under the welcome mat," said Megan. I walked over to the door on the dirt getting Abbie's, now mine, red converses dirty.
"No one is here," I said as I closed the brown door behind Megan. She sent my suitcase down and toke something out of her suit pocket.
"Okay," she said looking at a sheet of paper. "Your new parents will be here around six. They're at a fattest pig contest. They'll tell you their names when they get here."
"How will I know what time it is?" I asked.
"Um . . . I don't know," she looked at the paper again. "Give Ellie the silver watch," she read and then handed me the silver watch.
I grabbed the watch and put it around my wrist over mine and Abbie's friendship bracelets.
"There are clothes on the bed upstairs for you to change into," read Megan.
"What room?" I asked while running upstairs.
"The one on the right," said Megan dragging my suitcase up with her on the stairs.
I put my hands in front of me making an 'L' with them and walked into the room.
It was gorgeous. A warm red covered the walls, the wooden floors was partly covered by a red and black rug. The bed was covered with tan sheets and a red pillow lay on top of them gracefully. On top of the sheets were skinny jeans and a red T-Shirt with the words, "I'm not short, I'm just fun sized."
"Megan," I said holding up the T-Shirt, "I'm not short; I'm just a little bit smaller than an average for a thirteen year old."
"About that, Ellie . . ."
"What?"
Megan sighed, "Your new parents think you're fourteen, and five feet is small for a fourteen year old, in their opinion."
"What?! You change my name, and age what's next!? My hair color?!" I screamed.
"Well, you have an appointment for a cut and color at Freddie's tomorrow afternoon, and then your new contacts will be coming sometime next week.?
I sneered at her.
"On that note, enjoy your new life," she said as she walked down stairs and drove off, leaving me alone in my room.
"That's not something you tell someone right before you leave," I muttered as I unzipped my suitcase. I opened a dresser drawer and put my jeans, shirts and socks into it.
I heard a car going onto the dirt driveway. I jumped up and looked out the window. A woman and a man stepped out of the car. I gave a sigh of relief -- not Dirk. I then heard someone open the door and call, "Ellie!" in a sing song voice.
Author's Note: Aren't you glad you read this? You get to enter a contest! The first contest is pick Ellie's new parent's names (don't forget to remember to add their last names), descriptions, and what their car looks like. Here are the rules: (1) You may say what you are entering in the BBS but if someone steals your idea, I will not be responsible for that. If you send me a y-mail complaining that 'Bob' stole your idea, and you should get credit for it, I'll print it out and burn the complaint. (I'll just delete it) (2) The subject of the y-mail should be Ellie's Parent's Descriptions. (3) DESCRIBE WELL PLEASE! (4) you may enter more than one contest.
Second Contest: What does Ellie's new hair, and eyes look like? The rules are the same as the other contest, but the subject should be, Ellie's New Look. PLEASE describe well. You'll get credit next week.
