The Collected Accounts of June Bloomer

Across newspapers and television, seventeen year old June Bloomer is being shredded across the country for the cataclysmic events she caused in the quiet town of Johnston's creek. However months after the horror, in that forgettable village, June's only four friends are determined to tell the truth of June from the causalities they received first hand and nothing less.


12. Entry ten:

We found Aubrie Sommer two weeks later. By then, she was unsalvageable; her body frozen and stiff by hard weather and storm, trapped under the glass of the lake waiting to be found by those whose eyes nearly bled from never finding what they sought out. In the end, none of them ever did find them by searching.

They located her in the hands of witness, who they later convicted as her killer. When I say his name, you won’t remember him, mainly because none of us did. But think back to when I saw June in the grounds at break with the sisters, and think about the trees around them. It’s hard I know, but it’s the truth and the truth can’t always be easily spotted. Someone was hiding in those trees, and he’d been hiding in the trees when Aubrie was buried in the ice.

That someone was Tim “O’clock” named aptly because his father owned the little shop near the deli and the only store a person could buy clocks. His father had a mild obsession, which meant every time you indulged in cheeses or whatever else people went to delis for, all you could hear was time itself yattering in ticks and tocks. They lived in the storerooms outback, and it was said by Kathy Smithe that if you looked hard enough into Tim’s eyes his pupil leaked two little lines that looked like a clock reading the exact time school ended. She’d also said that in the brief time they dated, that Tim’s heart rate was synced exact time with seconds too. They didn’t date long though, because soon Tim was considered of a lower social standing, and now as she hopes for prom queen, she decided it was a professional cut she’d have to take. That was years ago, though, and since then Tim has been in the shadows where we didn’t notice him anymore.

And it’s when people are so unnoticed, that their actions become truly noticeable. He was like Aubrie, he confessed in questioning. Although there’s no physical proof of the questioning, the job was left to Officer Gouty, who enjoys nothing more than abusing whatever confidentiality he’s bound to by his job. By six that evening, everyone knew word by word whatever Tim had to say for himself.

“The boy was mad for her. Literally insane. He believed they were made for each other, big Adam and Eve deal. Well, it turns out he’s been spying on her for months now, finding out what she likes to read and listen to and watches her from her window sometimes. Unbelievable isn’t it? That someone could be so invisible for so long without raising a brow.” I heard this from Ky who he’d bumped into on the way to his house near the post office, and being the investigator he is, Valderman clicked the record button on the mic he has tucked in his top jacket pocket and despite the mild crinkling of plastic-esque material when he’d occasionally scratch or fidget, the rough-grumble of the cop was perfectly audible. Ky replayed it to me that evening, where our investigating was only disturbed on the count of my mother, and a few homemade snacks.

We thought we had the year’s scoop then, but all along it was under our nose. Oh June, you have no idea how much you fooled us. As we sat playing detective as Gouty went on, you had a plan that would wreck us to the core.

It turned out Tim wasn’t the killer, but we didn’t find that out until really when we began writing this. Tim merely watched what he was even afraid to admit to the police at that time; the murder of one sister, in the hands of another. Maybe I have a thing for fair-headed terror-cases.

Holly Sommer took nine months to admit to it, and by then Tim had already unjustly served six months in Juvie. He wasn’t sixteen yet, but from what we’d heard you were better off going to prison than what lurked in the shady scene of Mossfield justice. It turned out that on the night of the party, they’d snuck out to go ice-skating. The forest outside there house was nicknamed the winter forest because it never seemed to melt or warm, and the trees were lined by ice and little creatures that could survive in the bleakness. While we’d been partying, and I’d worried about whether or not June had seen me or if she had and was ignoring me, they’d grab skates and headed out unseen, before the lights had been switched on. Apparently Aubrie had been pushed into it, the idea and not the lake, but eventually she was forced onto the shaky ice too by an inpatient Holly, and that was when.

The scream we had heard was Holly’s, and not Aubrie’s. By then, she was little short of an hour far under the forming glass. Holly’s hands bled and scraped as she tried to claw away the ice that had frozen over as soon as Aubrie’s lithe frame hit the freezing water, and apparently it had taken six seconds of frantic panic before Aubrie had given up. Her mouth no longer craved breath.

In the end, we are all alone. Aubrie Sommer more than most. Can you really blame her for giving up so easily? She had little friends and even less sisters she could count on. Later, Holly revealed that Aubrie had mouthed ‘it was always going to be me’ before going under. At this, Tim had snapped and now spends his days in sever recovery. He packed his bags from his mad dad and escaped, searching for places that was always autumn, and therefore always her. Why hadn’t Holly admitted at first? There were a few reasons:

Holly Sommer was sixteen, and would go to jail for manslaughter, despite it being the accident she claimed it to be. Holly Sommer was not by nature, a righteous girl. I could vouch for that myself when we’d dated. In order to convince everyone she’d done it, she’d have to get to grips with it herself.

Holly had left Aubrie’s body after the effort, and snuck back to the party with her own knowledge that no one else had seen her. Of course, that wasn’t true, because Tim had actually saw the whole thing. He’d seen his love die. So, why hadn’t he said anything. Well, he had a few reasons too:

Holly Sommer isn’t someone you just convict out of the blue, especially if you're the one being blamed and therefore are in the suspicion of the public. The Sommer family have a seamless record, and they do not respond well to doubt on this success. Besides, what justifiable reason was there for him stalking Aubrie? Which, despite all his words, was what he was doing.

Therefore, Tim kept his mouth shut and was sent away to prison. What surprised me the most, though, was that when June heard she didn’t seem surprised at all. She just lifted her eyes remotely from the book she was reading, and acted as though nothing ever happened. Aubrie’s funeral happened one week after when she was found, when the closest boy she’d gotten to a lover was already decked in full orange and no black, and the rain crackled from the sky in large bursts of thunder and the town was chilled to a point where I thought we’d never get over the sadness, or the guilt of never having a hint of clairvoyance to save her. It turns out, Johnson’s creek for all its small size and gossips, is unbreakable. Holly after deserting the hope returned and circled the guests, sweltering in sin and talked around to clear her trail. Que Michael Eaton, who she desperately brought up her sister’s name in front of, and disappeared into the forest again to scream the bloodcurdling screech we’d all heard from afar.

Aubrie Sommer is getting a new bench outside the school grounds after her, under a tree that sheds golden leaves like snake skin in the autumn months and is safe from cigarettes and litter. Aubrie Sommer will have a family that will always lack the black sheep. Aubrie Sommer will get nothing of what she deserved, which was a happy and prosperous life, and it’s not Tim’s fault like they thought. It’s Holly’s.

That is the story of Aubrie Sommer, and so with that; on with June.

Rose's edit: This feels like another world ago. You're right though, she didn't deserve that. It better be one good bench.

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