Snippet #2426865

March 2013

Loud music. Sweaty bodies. Red cups in the air. This was one of Renly's favorite scenes. She could let go without being judged. She had her red solo cup in one hand, both arms in the air as she was dancing. It was some older boy. She didn't even know his name, but wasn't that the best way? Her blonde hair swung as she danced to the upbeat song that was playing, Miley Cyrus? Perhaps, she wasn't sure anymore. Renly had consumed several cups of the host's signature punch. She absolutely adored rum, and the fact that the blonde was nearly hammered only verified her taste for the concuction.

Just as the song was switching and she leaned in to ask her tall, dark, and handsome dance partner for his number, Her thoughts became much more sober as the words passed through her ears, "Ren, Quinn, Maria!" Shit. Doesn't Jayson realize I'm in the middle of trying to score? The blonde frowned, dropping her empty cup to the floor. It wasn't her cabin, so she didn't really care who had to deal with the mess later. She strolled over to the group, a slightly drunken swagger in her step, "What is it?" she asked rolling her eyes with a mischevious grin, which instantly faded once she saw the look on Jayson's face. This was serious. She rubbed her eyes for a moment. Come on, sober up Ren, this isn't a joke. Talk about buzzkill.. I wonder what's wrong? Then she moved her hand away, her blue eyes wide in shock. Anna? What did she mean gone? This had to be another one of Anna's sick jokes.. She'd never just leave a party.. unless..

Just as her thoughts reach the conclusion, Maria spoke the same, her eyes shifting to the brunette, gripping the sides of her authentic leather half jacket, "This can't be happening.. " she finally whispered, it was solemn and extra quiet. She couldn't believe it. It has to be a joke, it has to.. she tried to convince herself. Quinn however was on a better note and she nodded in agreement, "Sure, we'll look. She's probably.." she shook her head, trying to get the grim feeling off her shoulders, "..she's probably just trying to scare us.."


September 2013


Renly groaned as her One Direction alarm went off. She was a directioner, it was true. Zayn Malik was all over the back wall in her closet. It kind of embarrassed her to admit it, so she kept him where she could see him as she got dressed. She'd went to a concert of theirs while in Ireland, and the memories were amazing. She figured her parents bought her the meet & greet pass to compensate for what happened 'that night', but she always thought about Anna. Annalisia was always in her thoughts. Ren took a shower and tried to forget everything, but this was her Sophmore year. Anna promised to make it so much better than her Freshmen year. As she washed the soap out of her blonde locks, Ren heard the words as if they came straight out of Annalisia's mouth all over again.

"Don't worry Ren, next year I'll be a junior. You won't be a wallflower again next year, I promise."


That was the thing about Anna, she could be your best friend or your worst enemy. She never really challenged Anna, honestly.. Anna kind of scared her. She seemed so calm and composed and confident all the time. What kind of temper did she have? Ren shook it off, throwing her outfit for the day on her bed as she proceeded in drying off. It doesn't matter.. she's been missing for months now.. Ren dropped her towel and began getting dressed. She wore a black tanktop, with a white half shirt that read; "Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll". She threw on her leather jacket and left her hair in her lose curly braided look.

She slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans that had rips from the thighs all the way down to the ankles and put her high heels on. If they weren't at least five inches, they weren't worth wearing.. or at least that's what Anna used to tell her. She grinned at the thought, remembering how clumsy she used to be in them.

Ren drove to school and parked in her usual parking spot, at least that much hadn't changed. She hit the button on her car's lock switch, walking inside the building when it beeped. She began to strut her way through, head held high and confident, but she froze in place as she noticed the strange looks she was recieving. The whispers. She didn't realize how awkward it was going to be to be the friend of the "Missing girl". She smiled at everyone, "What? Did I have a good summer or something? I didn't think I got that tan.." She joked it off, starting her way towards the office. She had to give her shot records and physical to the principal. She stopped again however when she noticed Jayson and Quinn. It was weird seeing them after she lived in Ireland for five months. She felt like an outsider now. She thought about walking over to say hi, but she decided otherwise, gripping her black coach purse before heading into the office and turning in her papers in exchange with her school schedule. Gym? Ugh. I hate gym.. She handed it back in attempt to protest, "I can't do gym. I'm in heels." but they responded with throwing some ratty old sneakers in front of her, "I can't wear those!" she squeaked out in disgust. She walked out holding them moments later. An F? Ren hadn't ever recieved an F in her life! She was a B solid student, she finally decided to walk over to Quinn and Jayson, ignoring her anxiety about talking to the girls for the first time in at least five months, "This is so unfair..! Since when is Gym an important class? I jog in my free time! That should definitely count.."