Chapter 1- Kids will be kids

Friendship is like peeing on yourself everyone can see it but only you get the warm feeling it brings

Author unknown

Chapter 1


Burmington Cove was a quaint little town. Beautiful really. It was broke up in three sections, the old side of town, the new side and the less fortunate side or as the residents called it the poor side. The old side of town was absolutely beautiful all the streets were lined with maple trees and every house had one willow tree growing in front. People from all around would come to take pictures of the streets especially in the fall, they were breath taking. History says 50 years ago the town got together and planted the maple trees and for their hard work the mayor gave everyone a willow tree for a thank you. They all agreed to plant them on their front lawns for show.

The new side of town was full of huge homes, town houses, apartments and condos. Everything was new. When you drove through there it even smelled new. They were beautifully made but it was just no comparison to the old side of town. Then there was the less fortunate side. It had potential but the mayor poured all the money in the town to develop the new side there was no money left. Sure if an investor came along he could make a fortune, but no luck as of yet. It was full of abandoned boarded up buildings. Nobody liked driving on that side because the road was so poor that they were scared it would damage their cars.

All in all the town was very homey. It was just one of those places that you see in picture books. The reason the new side was built was one simple fact. Once people moved there nobody wanted to leave. Its history was built by these generations and generations of families. Everything you needed was in walking distance stores, doctors’ office, schools, you name it. It was described as being a model town on many occasions.

Today was a special day for many boys and girls in this town. It was the first day of school. There was one little girl in particular that was especially excited, this was Stacy Wright. She was a pretty little thing. Thick brown hair and beautiful big brown eyes. She was much a tomboy, loved her jeans, t-shirts and hoodies. Burmington Cove Elementary was just a flurry of activity. Little Stacy had butterflies in her stomach. Never could she remember seeing so many kids at once. She wished that her mom or dad had taken the day off work to drive her to school like most of the other parents did. She followed the others to her class room and sat at a desk while all the other kids stood next to their parents with the deer in the headlight look. There was only one girl that came over to her, “Can I sit next to you?” said little Marissa Melborn. Stacy looked at her; she too was very pretty the same brown but curly hair and the deepest blue eyes you could imagine. Stacy wanted to say “yes please do” but she was much too shy. Marissa sat down anyway. “Your parents didn’t come either huh?” Said the pretty little girl. Stacy finally mustered up the courage to talk.

“Nope” she said.

“Mine neither… Do you want to be my friend?” Stacy looks at the girl with amazement and finally smiled.

“Yes… Yes I would!” The rest of that day the two were inseparable.

Marissa and her dad lived in an apartment in the new side of town. It wasn’t big but it was nice. It was home to her. Marissa too was obviously a tomboy just like Stacy. Could it be because it was just her and her dad? Marissa’s mom past away in a car accident a few years ago and last year Marissa’s dad decided they needed a fresh start so they moved to Burmington Cove. Stacy got off the bus and ran into the house. Stacy’s family lived in the new side of town as well, she loved her home.

“Mom…mom guess what!!” Stacy’s mom was cooking supper and said,

“Not now Stacy I’m trying to cook supper, tell me when I’m done.”

Stacy looked up and said “but Mom!”,

“Stacy please! If you could just set the table that would be great we’ll talk later!”

“Yes Mom” Stacy said sadly as she got out the silverware.

“And make sure you put the silverware in the right spots tonight.” Her mother nagged. Stacy did as she was told.

“Mom!…Mom…” Oh great… my brother is home Stacy thought. Stacy didn’t like her brother he was three years older than her and was always bugging her and beating her up.

“MOM!!!” she heard again. “Get out of my way squirt” said the chubby brown haired boy as he pushed her out of the way.

“MOM! Are you going to answer me or what!”,

“What Matthew I’m busy!”

“I don’t care… guess what happened today!” He burst out.

“What Matthew?”

“My gym teacher told me that I would make a good wrestler, I want to join wrestling!” “No Matthew, not this year you’re too young.”

“I’m not too young Mom, wrestling starts for kids seven and up… I’m seven and up, Mom… Please!”

“ Talk to your father when he gets home I’m busy, now help your sister set the table.” “I’m not helping that soggy little French fry!” he snapped.

“Do as your told Matthew or you defiantly won‘t be joining wrestling!” his mother snapped back.

“Fine… Oh wait I got homework to do I’ll go do that, that’s more important… right Mom?”

“Whatever Matthew just leave me be so I can get this supper cooked”

Stacy watched it all unfold. Her brother always got what he wanted and was so demanding. She on the other hand didn’t want to be a bother to anyone and didn’t like getting in trouble so she just did as she was told.

“Stacy!” Stacy blinked

“Come back to earth child I‘ve said your name three times!” “Sorry Mom”

“Did you set the table?”


“You know what… it’s a nice day let’s eat supper on the patio” her Mother said.

“But Mom I just got the table set in here” Stacy said with a sigh.

“Well, now you can set it outside”. Her Mother demanded.

“Yes Mom.” Stacy was setting the patio table outside when she heard the roar of her father’s truck come in the yard, followed by the pound of her brothers’ foot steps down the stairs. Matthew flung the front door opened and yelled “Dad!… Dad!”

Stacy was sure the whole neighborhood heard him.

“What do you want Matthew”. His father said with a groan.

“Guess what!!!… My gym teacher said that I’d be perfect for wrestling, can I please join…PLEASE!” Matthew stood with his hands in prayer position.

“Look Matt buddy I’m sorry but money’s a little tight right now” his father said regretfully.

“Awe come on Dad, it doesn’t cost that much all I need is $50 by next Monday, you can swing that can’t you?” His father stood and looked into his boys face and knew he just couldn’t disappoint him.

“Ok Matt I’ll figure out a way to get you the $50”.

“YES! Awe thanks Dad you’re the best!” And with that Matt bolted back upstairs. Again Stacy watched it all unfold.

“Dad” Stacy said. “Not now Stacy just let me get settled in before I get bombarded by you too.” Stacy put her head down “ok”. She went back to setting the table for the second time. She could hear her brother through his bedroom window when she was outside. He was on the phone telling his friends,

“Oh yeah I suckered them into letting me join, I knew they would”.

Stacy frowned and walked back into the house. The Wright family sat out on their patio enjoying their supper… well Matt enjoyed it, he never shut up. Every time Stacy would try to talk he’d say, “ Would you wait… I’m not done”. Finally she just gave up hoping that they would remember that it was her first day of school and ask her how it went. All she wanted to do was tell them about Marissa, her new best friend, she liked the sound of that… best friend.

“Matt would you just stop talking for a few minutes, Stacy has been trying to tell us something ever since she got home” Their Mother said. “Go ahead dear”

Stacy look up with hope in her eyes, finally. “I met a girl today her name is Marissa were best friends.”

Her brother sat there with his mouth open and contents pouring out and finally said “That was your big news?! You have a friend OOOO good for you.”

“Matthew” his Mother scolded. She turned to her daughter. “That’s great honey”.

Stacy smiled. After supper was over their mother announced,

“Matt you can put the dishes in the dishwasher since you didn’t help set the table”.

“I was doing homework” He snarled. “And I’m not done”.

Stacy wanted so desperately to tell her parents that he was actually bragging to his friends that he suckered them in, but didn’t want to get beat up.

“You have all night for homework, you’re not getting out of it this time”, said his Mom.

“If you want the $50 for wrestling you’d better start helping out around the house more often or the deal is off, understand?” His father pushed.

Matt groaned “ok”. Then stomped off. Stacy cleared her dishes off the table, went to her room and lay down on her bed. A best friend she thought. I can’t wait to go to school tomorrow. She was so excited that she laid out her clothes and organized her school books then danced around her room. She was so happy thinking about her day she forgot how her parents weren’t really interested in her life like they were her brothers.

“What are you doing?” Little did she know that Matt was watching her the whole time?

Stacy stopped dancing and stared at her brother wondering what he wanted. “nnnothing” she stammered.

“You’re dancing around your room like an idiot” he laughed.

“Get out” she cried, mad that he made her feel like a fool.

“No, maybe I’ll tell your new best friend that you’re an idiot” He laughed again.

Stacy started crying. He didn’t know what it meant to her, she couldn’t have him take it away.

“I’m out of here my job is done”. And he walked away laughing and mocking her dance moves. A few minutes later Stacy’s mom came in.

“What’s the matter honey” she asked concerned.

“Matt said he’s going to tell Marissa that I’m an idiot so she won’t be my friend anymore” she was crying so hard that she almost couldn’t get it out.

“Oh honey, I’ll talk to him, don’t worry. Other than right now, did you have a good
day?” Stacy looked up at her Mom and wiped her eyes. She wants to know how my day was…my day? Stacy smiled. She loved it when her mom came into her room to talk; she wished it happened more often. She and mom sat on her bed for the next hour just talking.


Stacy’s mom looked at her,“That’s my queue …What Matt” she said as she walked out of Stacy’s room. Boy she really hated her brother. He was always interrupting the special moments.

Stacy got up at dawn, rolled over 5:30. She laid there looking up at the ceiling wondering how her day would go. She managed to stay in bed until 6:30 then got up to get ready for school. This happened every day for a month. Especially when she got best friend number two, Katherine Meek. Once she got settled into school her mom or dad had to start waking her up.

All year the trio was inseparable. But even at a young age Stacy and Marissa knew that Katherine wasn’t quite the same as them. Katherine was a little blond that lived in the old side of town. She liked to wear pretty dresses and shoes every day to school. She hated recess because she was scared to get dirty. Her hair was always done in flawless hair styles and her nails were always done perfectly. Meanwhile Stacy and Marissa stuck to jeans and T-shirts. They always threw their hair in ponytails and wore worn out sneakers, very much tom boys. Katherine didn’t have the same looks either. Katherine was pudgy and really not very pretty while the other two were sure to be knockouts when they got older. Many times Katherine would try to let her do them up at sleepovers, they would once and a while to entertain Katherine but the girls were never really into it. But they did like Katherine for she was a spitfire she said what was
on her mind and never stopped scheming. While the other two were more shy. Katherine always said to them “Stand up for yourselves I won’t be around forever to do it for you.” Stacy and Marissa’s parents weren’t very fond of Katherine just for that fact, but the girls didn’t care. They liked her and that’s all that mattered to them.

Many weekends the girls would take turns staying at each other’s houses. In the summertime they pretty much lived at Katherine’s because she had a tree house that was built in the old maple tree. The girls shared so many secrets there, good ones, bad ones, juicy ones and boring ones. They decorated the tree house like a mini house. They all loved that tree house. They would climb up the ladder through a door in the floor, which they could lock, it had two windows, and each girl had their own wall that they decorated themselves with posters of the current fade. On the last wall they carved their names into it and painted their hands and put their hand prints together on it. They vowed to do this every year. Outside the tree house was three swings which people couldn‘t really see them for all the branches. Many nights they would swing and talk and laugh. It was really their own world. They always dreaded when they would hear “Look guys there’s my stupid sister and her stupid friends”. Matt, Stacy’s brother and his friends, would taunt and torcher them. Most of the times when they were bored is when they would come around for some “entertainment” as they would call it. Katherine would fight and fight with them, she always stood the ground for the trio but the other two weren’t far behind her.

“We must do something to them to make them never come around here again” Katherine said with a huff.

“What?” the other two said in choruses.

“I don’t know but it has to be good”.

“We’re six they’re nine what can we do to them, plus you might get dirty?” Marissa said.

“I don’t know, we need to think and it‘ll be worth it if I get dirty.” Said a determined Katherine.

“You get the double whammy Stacy, you have your brother and his best friend Gunner MacLean who bugs you just as bad, the rest just laugh at them but don‘t really say much.” sighed Marissa

“Yeah and he stays over at my house all the time, they never leave me alone”. Complained Stacy.

The girls sat for hours planning. The next day they got up early and got their plan together.

“Ok” Katherine said. “You guys know what to do”.

“Yes” they chorused.

“Ok get in position”.

Their plan was, Stacy was to go up in the tree house so the boys could see her just because they loved to bug her the most. Katherine and Marissa had a rope on either side of the road and when they drove by they were going to “clothesline” them. Matt and Gunner always lead the pack so they knew they‘d get their targets.

“I hear them coming! Be quite… well not you Stacy” Katherine panicked.

Stacy looked out the tree house window.

“Awe what’s wrong little sis your best friends desert you?” said Matt

“‘Bout time they grew some brains, who would hang out with the likes of you” said Gunner.

“Shut up you guys” Stacy cried. She then started to cry, a fake cry of course really she was getting Katherine’s camera ready. Oh yes they wanted proof those boys are babies.
The girls watched the boys bike up to them yelled, “NOW!” and up the rope went Matt and Gunner went flying off the back of their bikes.

“What the hell? You little brats!” yelled Matt.

“RUN!” they yelled. The girls took off running into Katherine’s house laughing all the way. They bolted upstairs took a look at the picture Stacy took and then looked out the window.

“Gunners still lying on the ground…” said Marissa.

“Oh no maybe we killed him” Stacy said with panic in her voice.

“Get your binoculars!” The girls took turns looking through the binoculars.

“He’s bleeding!” exclaimed Marissa. “What are we going to do…? We’re murderers! We‘re too young to be murderers!”

As the girl paced the room wondering just how they would ever live in a jail cell the rest of their lives outside the boys were trying to figure out just what to do.

“Is he dead?” one of the boys said

“I don’t know get a stick!!” exclaimed Matt. Then all of a sudden

“OOOHHHOOHH” came out of Gunner.

“He’s alive!!” They cried.

“Wha…What happened? Why am I bleeding?” Gunner said painfully.

“Those little brats clothes lined us! They are going to be in so much trouble! I’m scratched up pretty good and you were dead! I brought you back of course, being you best friend and all”. Matt said all in one breath.

“ I just want to go home and get cleaned up” said Gunner. The boys then left the scene. “Oh my god! He’s not dead!” The girls jumped for joy over the fact that they wouldn’t be going to prison. But with the consequences that occurred they then wish they had. About half an hour after the boys left the doorbell rang Marissa’s Dad and Stacy’s Mom showed up at Katherine’s. The girls got wide eyed.

“Oh no! Let’s go to the top of the stairs to listen” exclaimed Katherine.

“No I think they deserve to be punished” said Stacy’s Mom.

“I think it’s your daughters fault, she’s always scheming getting the other two in trouble, from now on I don’t want my daughter hanging around with your daughter” Stacy’s Mom raged.

“Now wait a minute, those girls are best friends, I can see separating them for a week but I think your being a little drastic Mrs. Wright. And furthermore don’t blame just my daughter they were all a part of it” said Mrs. Meek.

“ Your just so blind to the fact that your daughter is far from perfect and needs to be set straight, I’d send her to a boarding school if was my daughter” argued Mrs. Wright.

“Now ladies stop the blame game and lets figure out a punishment” said Mr. Melborn

“No…you know what you can have your wish Mrs. Wright you won’t see my daughter around your house again because I am forbidding her from entering that house of yours and playing with that daughter of yours. You know why your daughter is always here? Because we give her attention, you guys just brush her away and pay attention to that bully you call a son”

The girls listened to their parents fight when they heard enough they ran to Katherine’s room crying.

“Wow, this is bad” Marissa cried. The girls looked at one another.

“They aren’t tearing us apart, we have to run away” cried Katherine.

“ Where would we go” said Marissa.

“No, I’m not doing it, I’m in enough trouble I don’t need anymore” said Stacy. Stacy felt bad enough for what happened. Then they heard “Girls get down here NOW!”

The girls crept sheepishly don’t the stairs still crying.

“What were you thinking?” yelled Mrs. Wright.

“We just wanted them to stop bullying us, they are just so mean” cried Katherine.

“Look girls” said Mr. Melborn calmly “You really could’ve hurt them, you knocked Gunner out for god sakes. It‘s time to go home and face your punishments”.

The girls said their goodbyes. When Stacy tried to hug Katherine her mom pulled her out the door.

“Get in that car; I don’t want to hear a word from you”. Mrs. Wright yelled.

Mr. Melborn was worried about Stacy he knew she’d get it from her parents then again from her brother.

“Dad?” said Marissa “Is Stacy going to be alright? All she did was sit in the tree house it was me and Katherine that pulled the rope. We knew Stacy was the best to sit in the tree house because she gets bugged the most. But she told me that she didn‘t really want to do it because… well you know Stacy, she doesn‘t like to cause problems.”

“I don’t know Marissa; I really wish you would have talked to me about your bully problem instead of fixing it yourselves. Maybe when the dust settles things will go back to normal, it all depends. Mrs. Meek and Mrs. Wright need to sit and talk more calmly and work something out, I’m not sure if that’ll happen, only time will tell the outcome.” Mr. Melborn explained.

All Marissa could think of was her friends and just wished she did as her dad told her. He was a carpenter, a big burly man; he defiantly would have scared them.

“Oh no!” Marissa exclaimed

“What Marissa?” her dad asked

“..Oh… nothing” Marissa stammered. But Marissa remembered the trios hand prints; if they were torn apart then they wouldn’t be able to keep their vow to put their hand prints on the tree house wall year after year. Marissa started to cry again.

Stacy’s Mother scolded her all the way home. Telling her that she is no longer able to be friends with Katherine and to stay away from Marissa for one week. Stacy just stared out the car window and cried. When got home her Father and Brother were raging.

“You killed Gunner; I had to bring him back to life. Spank her ass Dad” Her brother chimed.

Her Father looked at his crying daughter. “What were you thinking? Go to your room I don’t want to see you the rest of the night”. He walked away in a huff.

“Your dead to me” Said her Brother.

Stacy ran upstairs and cried herself to sleep. After the prank the girls were not as close as before because Stacy was forbidden to hang around with Katherine and Katherine was forbidden to hang around Stacy. They figured that they would be able to hang out again once school started but Stacy’s brother put a stop to that. Anytime he’d see them together he’d go home and tell their parents and Stacy would get scolded every time. She just wished her brother would leave her alone. Gunner wouldn’t even speak to her. She found this a plus because that meant no tormenting. But when Gunner slept over Matt did enough for both boys. Stacy just wished that life would go back to the way it was before the prank. Marissa was torn between both friends. She wanted them all to be able to hang out freely not sneak around. School was hard just because of Stacy’s stupid brother. But the countdown was on because next year he’d be in a different school. They only had to do it for a year. He swears that he has spies but they don’t believe him.

“Hey Marissa, tell Stacy our “date” is coming up… you know April 5th” Katherine whispered. Marissa sat and thought April 5th.

“Oh we have to do out hand prints in the tree house, you’re right we can’t break the vow.” Whispered Marissa.
“Yeah we have two sets we can’t stop now. I got the paint ready, try to get Stacy to come over to your house and then you can sneak to my house.”

“Ok I will” whispered Marissa.


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