Chapter 20
    The girl who had everything
    Why would Dorothy be intimdating to a person as harmless as Serache? Serache doesn’t seem like the type to cause trouble, certainly not from that vision. But my sister wanted to make sure that me and her フレンズ didn’t mingle.
    From seeing the vision’s I could tell why she wouldn’t want me to have to do anything with them. But Serache? It seemed like Serache didn’t like it just as much as the people who were being pranked. And sometimes Dorothy looked like she wanted to be anywhere else. And I still have that subject of that girl who tried to kill me?
    My head was spinning from so many riddles I’m surprised it hasn’t cracked. So many things leading one to another, so much complication to the murder of just one girl.
    I took a deep breath as I typed in the words ‘the death Dorothy Loreans’. A lot of stuff popped up, and one of them had a picture of the whole family, bright smiles, hopes and dreams, all would be crushed soon. I skimmed through topics, searching for anything, and then I found this picture of Dorothy’s funeral.
    I was horrified and disgusted that someone would actually take a picture of people mourning and post it on the internet. I’d never think anything like that would be there. But it was.
    My mom and dad stood a few feet away from the coffin, holding each other and staring at the scene in confusion on horror, not quite ready to believe there oldest daughter died.
    Jessica and I stood on one side of the coffin, Jessica held me and I could see tears in my eyes as I looked at the grave sadly. I was a bit shocked at how much I looked like my mom and dad then, I’ve never noticed it before, and I kind of looked like Dorothy too. I sad, broken, angel, ロスト in a world of chaos.
    Taking a deep breath I focused on the other side, I noticed some of Dorothy’s フレンズ stand によって the coffin, I saw Serache, who looked ロスト and ready to bolt out of there, but I noticed her cousin was gripping her arm.
    Then I noticed Haven, who had as much tears in her eyes as I did, holding a bouquet of roses, and bowing her head in shame. And when I studied the picture, I gasped, the girl who tried to kill me was there too. Very far away, a wedding veil in black covering her features.
    I sat back in my chair, all this time. All this time she was there, and I never noticed. She was like that really tiny spec of dust on your shoe, あなた kind of knew it was there, but then again あなた didn’t. But if あなた looked really close, like studied real hard, you’d notice it. At the funeral everyone’s focus was on Dorothy, so of course no one would raise heads to strange characters. And who am I to know? She could’ve been Dorothy’s friend. I haven’t met all of them, basically nobody would know each other, they’d just know Dorothy.
    Dorothy was strange like that, she could keep a good secret, she always knew what to say, what to do, how to act. Always confident in a way I never was, she was beautiful, popular, loved, spoiled, everyone envied her.
    Even me.