Writing and Publishing (week 11)

For Tory.

I'm so sorry I didn't mean for you to die in the end!!

Peter
She was my favourite girl in the class. I tried not to watch her, but my eyes would follow her wherever she went. She laughed like bells ringing. I didn’t even mind the short hair. They all noticed her, because she was such a lovely girl. She was friends with everyone. But it wasn’t until year 12 that I really got to know her.
It started in media and it finished one lunchtime. She had her group of friends and I had mine, but everyone liked one another. Some dated, others just kissed, but we only talked. I didn’t even mind when she dated my other friends because deep down, I knew she would end up with me. They never lasted long. By the end of year 12 when it was exam time we secretly hung out. I showed her my favourite place in the park across from the school. I kissed her before we had to go back for the media exam. I claimed it was for good luck but she knew why I really kissed her. Before walking to my seat she passed me a note that said

I’ve never done that before.

The media exam was the last one and I knew when I placed my pen on the desk that it was the last day I would ever have to write anything about the media. What I didn’t know is that it was the last day I would ever see her.

Steph
Victoria used to make me watch him when he sat up the back of media class all alone. I would tell her how many times he looked at her, the way he smiled and how he shook his hair out of his eyes. Deep down I liked him, but I knew that it wouldn’t make any difference, because it wasn’t me he was looking at.
Year 12 was my favourite year. Peter and his friends joined our group and we all sat together at lunch time. We became good friends. Everyone loved Victoria. You couldn’t help it. I dated Peters best friend, Jimmy, because he was the closest to Peter I would ever get.
Before the media exam I saw them walking to the park. I knew they were going to Peter’s favourite place because Jimmy told me he liked the bench that was near the ducks. I knew he would kiss her before they went off to sit the exam. She showed me a note before she gave it to him.

Peter
10 years had passed since Victoria died. I longed for her everyday of my life. At the burial, I let go of the note and placed it on her grave, clinging onto some kind of hope that she would receive it. The note now read

I’ve never done that before.
Neither have I.

I married Steph because she was good enough at the time. I thought I would forget about Victoria and be happy again if I married someone that was even slightly like her. After our second child we divorced and I went to live with Jimmy. He had a photo of Victoria by the phone and I threw it out the window and screamed until he punched me in the face. I guess we all loved her in the end.
Somehow deep down, I knew Steph killed Victoria. She was led back to my bench and was beaten with a rock until she bled to death. Nobody else knew about the bench except for Jimmy and Steph.

Steph
I told Victoria, Peter was waiting for her. That he wanted to see her again after the exam. I had the rock in my bag already; I put it in there when she was walking with him. She sat down on the bench and laughed. She said she loved him, and that he loved her.

Loveth thee oh Tory!

Jinx xx