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Prologue: Brooke
"Brooke, Lucy's dead," Marianne speed-walked towards me, ignoring the homeroom teachers protests, her Starbucks coffee spilling over the edge of the cup in her rush to get to me. Her long blonde hair was up in a neat bun today and her clothes were, as usual, perfect.
"Bullshit" I took a sip of my PinkBerry smoothie and ignored the Lucy bit, already filing it into trash in my mental filing cabinet.
Mariana's eyes were wide and more iced coffee spilled out of the cup as she fiercely shook her head.
"No, legit. She like, offed herself,"
"What the hell? Who told you this?"
I set my smoothie down on the fake wood table and turned my focus to my gossipy little friend. I knew Marianne was secretly pleased that she got my all attention, something that rarely happened, so she pounced on the opportunity.
"I saw it. The cops were at her place and I asked what happened. You know John? Yeah, he told me that she OD'd on Prozac or something. She apparently wrote a suicide note too,"
I blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what she was saying. Suicide note.
"Who's the note to? Does it say why?," I blurted, my immaculately manicured nails making crescents in my palm as I pushed them into my hand under the desk .
Marianne looked down at her shirt, playing with the frayed edges. She was making me wait, so it must be really good.
"It-It's to you,"
