One by one they showed up at the marked destination. A solemn silence fleeted through the air, as they slowly got out of their cars. They could only stare at the ground. They couldn't face each other. They had nothing to say each other. How... how had they not known? She was all over the news, possibly worldwide as well. All over the social media, all over everywhere. The neighbors had talked, her friends.
They finally walked to close to each other and they had no choice but to look up knowing they couldn't stall any longer. They couldn't believe it. This wasn't how they planned to meet up. Brent, now about 18 years old nearly grown up. He was around 6 foot, a tussle of side swept brown hair had been the first one to speak. He was quiet, like everyone, probably still trying to process.
"...Um...anyone heard from her before it happened?" He started. One by one as he looked around his group of friends, they brought their heads up. Some of them were still so shocked. His eyes softened as he glanced at her best friend, Maria. Her eyes were so wide, a complexion so pallor, she was even leaning on Mychael, her potential lover. It was taking its toll on her, her eyes were red staring hardly through him.
"No..." Maria shook letting herself a get a tighter grip around Mychael's arm. She glanced again around and finally let her hardened gaze rest at Mychael who was still holding her. His face was hard and stoic, then again his bangs had hidden his face in a dark shadow, she could only guess. She pulled away in anger and flailed her arms in an angry manner nearly falling onto the cold hard cement but was caught by Brent. "How could you..How could..." She screamed at him, sobs muffling her sheer angry desperation. She brought a hand up to her forehead the other tightly fisted covering one eye wiping away the stupid tears.
No one had bothered to speak letting out their quiet condolences to everyone. "I can't believe it..." Someone spoke out again. Upon glance, everyone really was stupefied. Here was the girl they all remembered as some happy, mean, rude and everything else. From a friend, to a lover, to the person who was always there even if it was boring, the annoying commentator, the one who left before them.
"She's gone..."
