THE PLOT

CHAPTER 1: pilot

(PILOT)

You've probably heard many birth stories similar to this. A mother having complications during pregnancy but manages to pull through up till the time of birth and delivers successfully, the baby also has complications post birth, but by some miracle they grows up as healthy as one can be. That's basically how I came into this world. My name is Morgan Bell, and this is the story of how I died.

I was born on 16th of May 1986 in northern Ontario, Winisk. On the day I was born, the town of winisk was flooded by an ice Jam that destroyed many homes and buildings. My grandfather's house was one of them, and he, unfortunately was a casualty and died a few hours later. His name was Artor Bell, the founder of one of the biggest electronic companies from the 90's to the early 2000's. That made my birthday quite memorable. It also marked the day in which my dad (Hunter Bell) became the new head of "BELL EMPIRE ELECTRONICS" (BEE), the family electronics company which was one of the top companies in Canada at the time. My dad was the eldest son of my Grandfather. He was a tall white man with golden blonde hair and a fit body with golden eyes. He loved to work and he cooked the best food. My mom on the other hand had long brown hair and hazel green eyes. She was Colombian but grew up in a white neighborhood in California, America. Her name was Nicole and she worked with my dad as the head of marketing at "BELL EMPIRE ELECTRONICS COMPANY". I resembled her the most, especially with my attitude. I got my blonde hair and pointed nose from my dad. My biracial skin tone, and green and gold eyes I got from both of them. I was the only child of the CEO of one of the biggest companies in North America, so let's say I got to live every child's dream.

I was a good kid when I was younger, but as I grew into my teenage years, I got a bit wild, and I caused lots of chaos at school. This was because in 1998, my parents had us transfer from Winisk to Oakville and I had lost contact with all my friends. We moved to a suburban neighborhood and bought a luxurious Villa. I was to start attending Appleby College, a posh high school which is one of the best in Canada. I didn't want to go as I felt I wouldn't fit in, but I had no choice. My first friend there was Mark. I had just been dropped off by my mum and I was nervous because everyone looked so classy and smart, then I saw him and we locked eyes. He waved at me as if we had been friends for forever. I waved back and went to say hi to him, and we were inseparable ever since. We bonded over our love for metal music which honestly doesn't match his soft boy personality. He had a slim fit body, with beautiful hair and a great fashion sense. His posh accent was the cherry on top. Then he made me become friends with Lara, who ended up becoming my best friend. With her pale white skin, beautiful golden hair, perfect red lips, and a rebellious personality with an angelic face, she was irresistible. Later on, we became friends with Elizabeth but we all call her Lizzy. She is the prettiest girl ever with a slender body, long hair which was a mix of brown and blonde that she either wore straight or in a ponytail, dark brown eyes with a hypnotizing voice. I often landed myself in detention, and that was where I met Elton. The school heart throb/badboy. He was not your typical athlete. A tall Italian American with dark brown hair, perfectly sculpted nose, a jaw line that could cut through a blade, and abs that made you rethink if Brad Pitt was actually hot. He was the captain of the football team and also top of the class, which is quite rare for a football player. We started dating in 2001 and we were fo'shizzle the IT couple at Appleby. He was two years older than me but nobody cared, and I loved him as much as he loved me. My bestie Lara on the other hand who was apart of the "third wave feminist society" wasn't in support of me dating him. Her protest was of no use as we got the title of "best couple" in 2002 shortly before going for summer break.

Summer 2002 was to be the best summer ever. My dads company had released their 2002 electronics collection which included MP3 players for digital music, and it was my favorite thing ever. I always had my iPod with me as music was my safe space. My friends and I made it our mission to watch all the big movies coming out that summer. My favorite was Spider-Man, but Elton was more into the new Star Wars movie. We went to many music festivals and concerts that summer. After the Vancouver jazz festival, my friends and I decided to dye our hair and get tattoos. I knew the owner of the tattoo parlor so he didn't mind inking us up. I got a butterfly tattoo on my lower back, towards my waist and dyed my hair pink. Lizzy dyed her hair yellow, Elton red, Mark blue and Lara green. My parents ofcourse weren't happy about it and they thought that Elton was a bad influence on me. That week, we were supposed to watch "Men in Black 2" at Cineplex but I was grounded so I called Lara to inform her I wouldn't be able to make it. After the call, I saw that my parents were busy arguing by the pool so I decided to sneak out and join Lara, Elton, Lizzy and Mark at the cinema. I was so excited because I had a huge crush on Will Smith and I loved his movies, but when I got there I saw Lara and Elton going to the back of the cinema, which was basically an abandoned den. I followed them thinking that maybe something was wrong, but to my shock when I got back there, I saw Lara going down on Elton. I grabbed her by the hair while Elton was trying to adjust his pants and dragged her to the lobby area, then I proceeded to beat the daylight out of her. She ended up in the hospital with a concussion after I hit her head on the popcorn machine. I slapped Elton, kicked him on the croch, and looked at him dead in the eyes as I said, "we're over". I walked out of there with my head held high while I tried to hold back my tears.

A few weeks later, while I was watching American idol on the tv and eating ice cream and dunkaroos, wondering if I should dye my hair back to blonde or just leave it pink, I received an anonymous text saying that Lara was at the Hillside festival with Elton. I was so done with that two faced heifer who acted as if she was a feminist saint but stabbed her best friend in the back for a 4 inched wiener, so I decided to go and give her the knockout of the century. My dad had just given me a brand new red "Ferrari Enzo" for my birthday two months ago. I had just passed my driving test that week and was awaiting my license's, so I decided to use the car. My mom and dad were playing games in the red room so they had no idea what I was up to. I played the song "Brackish" by Kittie and proceeded put on smoky makeup and change out of my pj's into something hot, in order for me to get into cunt mode. The festivals was about half an hour away so I was trying to get there as fast as I possibly could. I arrived at the festival in about 20 minutes and the first thing I saw was the two of them kissing each other while standing by the corn dogs station. I couldn't control my anger and heartache at that point so I went there, took a corn dog that someone had just bought, grabbed Lara's hair while I shoved the corn dog down Elton's mouth, and slapped Lara hard across the face. She slapped me back and we started pulling each others hair while insulting one another. "How could you betray me like this" I screamed, as I pinned her to the ground, then suddenly Lizzy pulled me from Lara and the both of them ganged up on me while Mark filmed the whole thing on his digital camera. Some people managed to break us up and I spat on Lara's face before leaving. I was done with all of them. I got back in my car and I left, sad, alone and broken.

I drove at top speed as I played "Im not a girl, not yet a woman" by Britney Spears loudly. I didn't want to go home so I drove towards the Brontë bridge. It started raining heavily, as it had for the past week, which was unusual for Canada In July. While hot tears poured out from my eyes, I tried to process the pain of being betrayed and backstabbed by my only friends. The place started getting foggy while the rain got heavier so I placed my headlights on and increased the speed of my windshield wipers to maximum. Meanwhile my mom and dad were playing chess in the red room and listening to the news about the whether, and it was said that there was a super typhoon headed for Oakville in a couple minutes and everyone was adviced to take shelter. I was near the bridge and I didn't even know where I was going. Suddenly I saw a man and his dog on the road and I accidentally hit them because I was driving too fast. As I tried to hit the breaks, I lost control of the car and it somersaulted three times, then went over the bridge. As the car was perfectly inbetween the bridge and the water, it exploded. With sharp lightening, the thunder roared as the pieces of the car fell into the water. My mother felt a sharp pain in her tummy, ran upstairs to look for me in my room but she could not find me. She checked the gaming room, attic, wine cellar, basement, greenhouse and pool but I was no where to be found. She decided to go out and look for me. The gate man was not at his post so my dad went to open the gate, while my mum went to get the car. Right then the police arrived. My mom fainted upon the sight of them, while my dad stood mute with just a drop of tear going down his left eye as the police said "we're sorry to inform you that your daughter has died from a car accident".