Something's fishy with Beckey

But then my eyes caught something else too, it made my eyes widen. I pointed my finger at one of those benches and said, ″Is she Beckey over there?″

All the memories of yesterday suddenly hit me. I remembered that we met her at the park yesterday. But today she was looking different, totally different. She looked fully messed up. The most shocking fact was that, she was sweating!! in this time of the day when it is falling snow and she was even wearing less clothes. The only thing looked similar was those burns on her hand and her head. I could tell that she was a little drunk, Of course because there was a bottle of champagne on her table, oh wait wait, the bottle is the grand royal champagne from the board. did she really win that fight?! but how can she....? she's so small from all of them.

"Are you insane?!" said Cassie in a confusing manner, "This place is for people who are above 18 years. She can't be Beckey". Marto says, "I think you're drunk bro". "Just look at there guys, I bet she is Beckey" I convinced them. They both looked at there. It was really unbelievable but I was fully sure that she is Beckey. "We need to go inside" Cassie stated, here comes the obsessed side of hers, "She is our friend, we will go and talk to her. I know something is wrong". "You are f*cking crazy. Have you seen the size of those boxers. I am not going inside" shouted Marto. "Are you afraid of them....blondie?" Cassie teased him, " Jack you are also coming in" And before we could speak anything, she barged inside. I and Marto looked at each other, " We can't let her do this alone, lets go" I said to Marto and we entered in. I felt so tiny infront all the muscular bodies as we entered inside and Cassie didn't cared at all, she just walked in with huge steps. We reached at the bench where Beckey was lying and sat near her. She did not see us because there was a hat on her face, her both the legs were on the table, crossed and both the hands with boxing gloves were hanging at the edge of the bench. The bench had many things on it, there was a bottle of grand royal champagne, lighter, cigars and other similar stuffs. She was maybe thinking inside that hat or napping. "Beckey?" Marto called her. She didn't move. "Hey Beckey, are you okay?!" asked Cassie. Beckey raised her head slowly, her hat falls down. "What do you want?" said Beckey silently. Her eyes were all red, she looked like she was in pain and struggle, her eyes looked at me like they are begging for help. What can happen to a person in just one day? What made her so messed up? I wanna know and there was something else different in her this time....."Hey, there's a piece of shit on your face" said Marto to Beckey. "That's a 'scar', you idiot" Cassie shouted. Yeah that was new. "Can you please leave me alone?" Beckey insisted. But Cassie and Marto started bickering...." oh, then you too have shit on your face" " THAT IS freckles!! and that makes me beautiful"....I just ignored them and focused on Beckey, " Beckey, we are your friends from the park, don't you remember? We just met yesterday". Beckey thought for a second and then shouted so loud..." Ohh yeah," everyone nearby was looking at us, Cassie and Marto stopped arguing and looked at us," Now I remember who you all are..." she said. " you do?" my eyes filled with tears in excitement. "Yes and you all are going to drop me home" she commanded. "yes we are....wait, what!?".

Yes she demanded us to drop her home and she totally did the right thing because she was drunk, she gulped the whole bottle of champagne. So we decided to drop her from a taxi, while we were on taxi,"Beckey, can I ask how did you won that fight" I asked her. "oh that, that was actually an easy catch" said Beckey. Marto whined,"What?! but they were much bigger than you". "huh, they don't know the skills of boxing." Beckey replied. "Is this the reason why you have that scar on your face?" Cassie asked curiously. "This scar? no, no this is from Chan-" she stopped suddenly, "That doesn't matter. Does it?". Of course it does Beckey, I thought. "And what about those burns on your hands." I asked her. "You all ask a lot of questions." She replied, but that was't the answer I wanted.

The taxi stopped infront of Beckey's home. Beckey gets out of the taxi, banged the door shut, threw some money from the driver's window and headed home, Cassie shouted "Ain't you afraid of what your parents will say?". Beckey turned around and shouted back, " No, they are not alive to worry for me". And that was another shocking news for me, I felt so sorry for her. Is this the reason why she was sad and drinking?

We cancelled our trip to Pole B mountain and will come back here tomorrow but for now we are heading back home.

"Jack?" Mom asked as I entered my home, " I thought you were gone for skiing"."yeah, we planned that...but then we cancelled it" I explained. "But why?" "Just because!". The whole day I couldn't stop thinking about Beckey, I wanted to know what happened with her, how did she get that scar on her face? She didn't wanted to tell us, but why? Maybe I'll get the answers tomorrow.

The next day I woke up early. The curiosity was growing more and more inside me. ″Mom! I am going to meet a friend of mine″ I shouted. ″ Now?!″ Mom said, ″ Whom are you going to meet this early? Cassie?″. ″No, its Beckey. She's our new friend.″ I said. ″Oh, alright then, but come back soon okay?″. I nodded and rushed out of the home, grabbed my bicycle and paddled as fast as I could. The weather was good today, the winds were gentle and cold and clouds were gray. It was very calm, I could hear the voice of gently blowing leaves of the dense coniferous trees along with the winds and making the snow fall down from them. Everyone is sleeping in their homes inside their warm blankets, why don't they come out and see how wonderful our city looks. I was the only one cycling in these lonely streets.