Louise looked at the picture of her and her sister. She sobbed.
“Laura.” She choked out. “I miss you.” She held a necklace in her hand. Dangling from it, was a charm. A Friends Forever charm, one half of it, anyway. The delicate silver shone in the light.
Louise looked up at her ceiling, her strawberry blond hair flowing behind her. She was in a new house in a new city. Victoria, BC.
She could still picture her life in a small town, in Erickson Manitoba. Nothing has ever happened in there, except for one day…
Louise and Laura Jones were the only set of twins in that small town and they were pretty popular there.
One night, Louise and Laura were out playing in their tree house in the woods, when a storm came. The two girls ran from the tree house to the river, which they had to carefully cross, before they could reach their house. They held hands tightly when they walked on the rocks in the river, when *Clink* Louise’s necklace chain broke and fell into the river.
“My necklace!” gasped Louise, peering down into the water.
“We’ll get it tomorrow!” Laura answered and yanked her sister’s arm. Together, they ran back into the house.
The next day, Louise got up, brushed her teeth, got dressed, and walked into the kitchen. She grabbed a muffin, and walked upstairs to wake up Laura. When she walked inside her room, Laura wasn’t there.
Where was she?
“Laura?” she called. “Mom? Have you seen Laura?”
“No dear. She must still be sleeping.”
She looked out the back window and screamed. Louise grabbed her jacket and ran out of the house, and towards the river. There, floating facedown was Laura. Clutching in her hand…was Louise’s necklace.
“We figured that Laura slipped and bumped her head when she walked on the slippery rocks in the river. I mean, it wasn’t a clever thing to do.” Said the doctor. “She probably banged her head on a rock, passed out, and sank into the water. The water was very, very cold, so she has complete brain freeze, causing brain damage. I figured that she wanted to get the necklace.” He pointed to the necklace, still in the grip of Laura’s dead, frozen hand. The doctor slipped the necklace from her, and handed it to Louise. “This must be yours.”
