Hearts of Deception

Search for Summer

Jessie's eyes scanned the letter, her heart sinking with each word. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut. Summer was gone, and the thought of living without her best friend was unbearable.

"If you're seeing this now, it means I'm gone for good," Jessie read aloud, her voice trembling. "I promise I'll come find you when I'm ready... Promise to keep this a secret."

Jessie's tears flowed freely as she folded the letter and tucked it into her pocket. She had to see Summer, to talk her out of leaving. Jessie sprinted out the door, racing toward the McDave's house.

She burst through the front door, out of breath. "Summer! Summer, where are you?" she called out, but there was only silence.

The McDave's family stirred, groggy from sleep. "What's going on?" Mr. McDave growled, annoyed.

"Where's Summer?" Jessie demanded.

Mrs. McDave sat up, rubbing her eyes. "She's...she's not here. I think she might have gone out."

Jessie's eyes widened as she searched the house, but Summer was nowhere to be found. She spotted the empty space where Summer's suitcase used to be.

The McDave's family slowly realized Summer was gone, and their expressions transformed from annoyance to panic. "That ungrateful girl," Mrs. McDave muttered. "Who's going to do all the chores now?"

Mr. McDave's face turned red with rage. "And what about the $50,000? That money was for Amy's future, not for Summer to run off with!"

Amy's eyes welled up with tears, but not for Summer's departure. "Mom, Dad, what about me? Who's going to take care of me now?"

The family's true nature was laid bare, and Jessie felt a chill run down her spine. She knew she had to keep Summer's secret safe.

As Jessie turned to leave, she caught a glimpse of something on the floor – a torn piece of paper with a few scribbled words: "Meet me at the old oak tree at midnight. Come alone."

Jessie's heart skipped a beat. Was this Summer's plan all along? And who was she meeting?

The mystery deepened, leaving Jessie with more questions than answers. She knew one thing – she'd keep Summer's secret, no matter what.

At midnight Jessie's mind reeled as she walked away from the McDave's house. She felt a mix of emotions: sadness, anger, and worry. She knew Summer had been unhappy, but she had no idea she'd leave so abruptly.

As she approached the old oak tree, Jessie's heart pounded in her chest. Who was Summer meeting? And why?

The tree loomed before her, its branches creaking in the wind. Jessie saw a figure in the shadows – a figure she didn't recognize.

"Who are you?" Jessie demanded, her voice firm.

The figure stepped forward, revealing a woman with piercing green eyes. "I'm someone who knows Summer's true identity," she said, her voice low.

Jessie's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

The woman handed Jessie a folder filled with documents and photographs. "Summer's parents aren't who she thinks they are. They're not even her biological parents."

Jessie's mind spun as she flipped through the papers. She saw birth certificates, adoption papers, and newspaper clippings.

"Who are you?" Jessie asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm someone who can help Summer uncover the truth about her past," the woman replied. "And I need your help to find her."

Jessie's eyes locked onto the woman's. "I'll do whatever it takes to help Summer."

The woman smiled, a hint of determination in her eyes. "Good. We have a long journey ahead of us."

Together, they set out to uncover the secrets surrounding Summer's identity. Jessie's adventure had just begun, and she was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

As they walked, the woman revealed more about Summer's past. "Summer's biological parents were involved in a high-profile scandal. They were forced to give her up for adoption to protect their reputation."

Jessie's eyes widened. "That's why Summer's parents kept it a secret."

The woman nodded. "Yes. But there's more. Summer's biological parents might still be alive, and they might be looking for her."

Jessie's heart skipped a beat. What would Summer say when she found out the truth about her past? And would she be ready to face the consequences?

The journey ahead would be filled with twists and turns, but Jessie was determined to help Summer uncover the truth about her identity.

Jessie stood outside the mysterious woman's office, her mind reeling with questions. The woman's words echoed in her mind: "Summer's gone to college, but she's not safe. There are people who want to hurt her."

The woman handed Jessie a folder with Summer's college information. "Be careful, Jessie. You're getting close to the truth."

Jessie took a deep breath and left the office, determination fueling her steps. She packed her bags, said goodbye to her family, and boarded a bus to the city where Summer's college was located.

As the countryside gave way to urban sprawl, Jessie's excitement grew. She was finally taking action to help her friend. But a nagging sense of unease lingered. What would she find in the city? Would Summer be okay?

The bus ride was long, but Jessie hardly noticed. She was lost in thought, replaying her conversation with the mysterious woman. Who was she, really? And what did she know about Summer's situation?

When the bus finally pulled into the city station, Jessie grabbed her bags and stepped out into the bustling streets. She hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address of Summer's college.

The city was overwhelming, but Jessie was focused. She would find Summer and help her friend, no matter what it took.

As the taxi drove through the city streets, Jessie felt a sense of trepidation. She was in unfamiliar territory, and the city seemed to stretch on forever. But she was determined to find Summer and uncover the truth.

The taxi pulled up to the college, and Jessie paid the driver. She stepped out onto the campus, her eyes scanning the surroundings. Where would Summer be? And what would Jessie find when she finally caught up to her friend?

Jessie walked into college with her crumbled suitcase drawing lots of attention as she walked by with enthusiasm…….. although her parents were Rich at the country side but compared to here she wished the world open up nd swallow

“”Hehe looks like I was cursed to have encountered two trash only today “said one of the school flower, immediately drew a lot of unlookers as Beatrice surrounded Jessie with her friends

“” Jessie feeling out of place remembered Summer always encourage her to be brave nd never allow anyone bully her

Jessie gathered her courage from nowhere nd shouted I might look like trash but your grades looks more than trash

Gasps from the on lookers

Who dares talk back to the school beauty

Beatrice sneered at Jessie, her eyes flashing with malice. "You think you're better than me, don't you?" she taunted, her voice dripping with venom.

Jessie's eyes welled up with tears, but she refused to back down. Just as Beatrice was about to strike, a loud voice boomed across the courtyard.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

The students parted, revealing the school's star athlete, Jackson. Beatrice's demeanor changed instantly. She batted her eyelashes and smiled sweetly.

"Oh, Jackson, I was just trying to help this newbie with her...um...paperwork she said, her voice sugary sweet.

Jackson raised an eyebrow. "Save it, Beatrice. I know what you're capable of. Leave her alone."

Beatrice pouted, but she backed off, her eyes flashing with anger. Jessie watched in amazement as Beatrice transformed from bully to sweetheart in an instant.

Kyle, a quiet boy nearby approached her. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Jessie nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Thanks to you and dat blue eyes, I owe you guys one."

Kyle smiled. "No need to thank us. Just be careful around Beatrice. She's not someone to mess with."

Jessie nodded, determination fueling her steps. She quickly submitted her admission papers and settled down, her mind still focused on finding Summer.

With her admission out of the way, Jessie felt a sense of relief. Now she could focus on her search for Summer, no matter what lay ahead.

*Scene: Jessie Finds Summer*

Jessie's eyes scanned the crowded campus, her heart racing with every step. She had been searching for Summer everywhere, and finally, she spotted her friend sitting on a bench, staring at a book. Jessie's relief turned to surprise as she approached Summer, who looked up, shocked to see her.

Summer's eyes widened, and she seemed frozen in place, her mouth slightly ajar. Jessie could see the surprise and confusion written all over her face. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension palpable.

"Jessie?" Summer's voice was barely above a whisper, as if she couldn't believe her eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Jessie's face lit up with a warm smile as she rushed to hug Summer. "I've been looking all over for you," she exclaimed, her voice filled with emotion. "I was worried sick about you."

Summer's surprise slowly gave way to tears as she hugged Jessie back tightly. "I didn't expect to see you here," she whispered, her voice trembling.

As they hugged, Beatrice appeared out of nowhere, her eyes flashing with malice. "Well, well, well, look what we have here," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "The dynamic duo of country bumpkins."

The students around them began to gather, sensing a confrontation brewing. Jessie stood tall, her eyes locked on Beatrice. "Leave us alone, Beatrice," she warned.

But Beatrice wouldn't back down. "You think you're better than me, Summer?" she taunted. "You're just a poor country girl who's lucky to be here."

Jackson and Kyle appeared, their faces stern. "Beatrice, that's enough," Jackson said, his voice firm.

The scene continued to escalate, with Beatrice's taunts and Jessie's determination to protect Summer at its center. Summer's surprise at seeing Jessie had turned to gratitude, and she knew she could count on her friend to stand up for her.

Summer stood up, her eyes flashing with anger. "That's enough, Beatrice," she said, her voice firm.

The students began to murmur, some taking out their phones to record the scene. Beatrice's eyes gleamed with excitement as she sensed the attention.

"You think you're better than me, Summer?" Beatrice taunted. "You're just a poor country girl who's lucky to be here."

Jessie felt a surge of anger, but she knew she had to stay calm. "Beatrice, stop this," she said, her voice steady.

But Beatrice wouldn't back down. "Oh, look at the two of them, all dressed up in their hand-me-downs," she sneered. "They think they can fit in here?"

Jackson and Kyle appeared out of nowhere, their faces stern. "Beatrice, that's enough," Jackson said, his voice firm.

Beatrice rolled her eyes. "Oh great, the heroes have arrived. How convenient."

Kyle stepped forward, his eyes locked on Beatrice. "Beatrice, you're not funny. You're just mean-spirited."

The students began to chant, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" but Jackson and Kyle stood firm, refusing to engage with Beatrice.

As the scene continued to escalate, Jessie felt a sense of unease. She knew she had to defuse the situation before things got out of hand.

But Beatrice's taunts had taken a toll on Summer, and she looked like she was on the verge of tears. Jessie knew she had to protect her friend.

"Let's get out of here," Jessie said, grabbing Summer's hand.

But Beatrice wouldn't let them go without one final jab. "You two are pathetic. You'll never fit in here."

As they walked away, Jessie felt a sense of relief wash over her. But she knew that this wasn't the end of the conflict with Beatrice.