A bead of sweat slid down her temple slowly while ABBA played from the speakers. The sound was drowned out by the fans on the countertop. Rey hated run down convenience stores. They stunk and rubbed her the wrong way.
Rey flipped through the rack of brochures and postcards while avoiding the cashier's glance. The man in his mid-forties was indefinitely trying to look down her shirt. Poe chose one hell of a spot. She picked up a 'Gorgeous Grand Canyon!' postcard and placed it on the grimy countertop, along with a few Gatorades and water, a pack of cigarettes, granola bars, a pen, and a keychain.
"12.67." The man said while wiping his snot lazily. Classy. She pulled a few bills and coins slowly to annoy the man. He didn't seem too bothered, …show more content…
She held it off as long as she possibly could. The last thing she wanted was to see Jess' lifeless body after all that had happened. Right now, the only person in the world she needed was Jessika. The remaining four friends were trying to stay put together and strong, but all of them knew that each other were fragile. It was only a matter of time before one broke, but no one knew who.
Poe was her boyfriend. But, Poe was better at hiding emotion, leading the group, keeping the strong face. But, now, he looked lost.
Nobody expected her death, especially so brutally. Ben was the one who was hit hardest. Rey tried so hard to not hold him responsible, but in her grief stricken and melancholy mind, he was to blame. She hated it. She just wanted one moment where things were normal again - whatever normal was. A moment where the four of them laid in a circle and stared at the sky while counting clouds and dreaming of the future.
Finn was the first one who went to the casket with Ben. Poe and her stayed behind, sitting on a couch, staring at the ugly wall. Neither of them wanted it to be …show more content…
It wasn't Mrs. Pava, but a reporter asking for a comment. Rey told him to fuck off. He did. The man's presence made Poe cry harder. It wasn't only a woman who died, but it was her legacy, too. Her identity was stripped away from her. She wasn't larger than life Jess anymore, who made everyone laugh and cry and scream all at once, it was Jessika Pava, the murder victim in a horrendous case. No one was interested in what she was like, who she was, how she shone so brightly that anyone in the room was in awe of her presence - just the facts of her case. Jess was a statistic, a number, a case file. That was what angered Rey the
Rey flipped through the rack of brochures and postcards while avoiding the cashier's glance. The man in his mid-forties was indefinitely trying to look down her shirt. Poe chose one hell of a spot. She picked up a 'Gorgeous Grand Canyon!' postcard and placed it on the grimy countertop, along with a few Gatorades and water, a pack of cigarettes, granola bars, a pen, and a keychain.
"12.67." The man said while wiping his snot lazily. Classy. She pulled a few bills and coins slowly to annoy the man. He didn't seem too bothered, …show more content…
She held it off as long as she possibly could. The last thing she wanted was to see Jess' lifeless body after all that had happened. Right now, the only person in the world she needed was Jessika. The remaining four friends were trying to stay put together and strong, but all of them knew that each other were fragile. It was only a matter of time before one broke, but no one knew who.
Poe was her boyfriend. But, Poe was better at hiding emotion, leading the group, keeping the strong face. But, now, he looked lost.
Nobody expected her death, especially so brutally. Ben was the one who was hit hardest. Rey tried so hard to not hold him responsible, but in her grief stricken and melancholy mind, he was to blame. She hated it. She just wanted one moment where things were normal again - whatever normal was. A moment where the four of them laid in a circle and stared at the sky while counting clouds and dreaming of the future.
Finn was the first one who went to the casket with Ben. Poe and her stayed behind, sitting on a couch, staring at the ugly wall. Neither of them wanted it to be …show more content…
It wasn't Mrs. Pava, but a reporter asking for a comment. Rey told him to fuck off. He did. The man's presence made Poe cry harder. It wasn't only a woman who died, but it was her legacy, too. Her identity was stripped away from her. She wasn't larger than life Jess anymore, who made everyone laugh and cry and scream all at once, it was Jessika Pava, the murder victim in a horrendous case. No one was interested in what she was like, who she was, how she shone so brightly that anyone in the room was in awe of her presence - just the facts of her case. Jess was a statistic, a number, a case file. That was what angered Rey the