1Disclaimers: I do not own any ER characters. TPTB, Leave it to be! I do own any characters mentioned that TPTB has not claimed. This is not a crossover, so I don't have to leave one for that.
Note to Readers: This is my first fanfiction that had anything to do with John Carter... Except for the Kerry/Carter fiction I used to write before I realized Kerry would remain gay, and I would come out of the closet years later. So... blah! Yea, I tend to write more Kerry fiction.
Another note: This isn't Carby! Go Figure!
The Lub, Year One, Issue Ten
Farewell My Dear Readers
I'm siting here, cigarette between my fingers. My place of escape is this tiny bar in a box on the downtown scene. It's a nice place. All ages can get in with a fee of sever dollars. Me, I'm a sixteen year old with nothing else to do but watch Final Drive rock it out on stage. I was moshing earlier.
Why am I writing this now? What are my chances of having this pressed in The Lub anyway? Maybe because I write for the newspaper. Yes, that is it! This is my last writing before my mom decides to ship me off somewhere.
Barbara, dear mother of mine, found my pack of 100s in the basement. I came home to her on the couch, a key to the house in one hand, a pack in the other. I had a choice. It was home or "Dying at the age of 46." Of course, being "High and Mighty" as I tend to be I snatched the 100s and packed my bags. I just received my licence yesterday, so I'm headed to Chicago so I can make friends with the rich, more friendly half of the gene pool.
I stayed tonight so I can watch my favorite local band for the last time. Im leaving tomorrow. I checked into the motel we all call "Quick Bang" or "Roach Motel." I did check my room for cameras. Don't worry!
Since this is my last issue, I am going to reveal my true identity! So, this is my farewell to everyone! I'm gonna miss you all! Oh yea, Liz, I love you!
What was Lily Rose Etheridge, but truly is Barbie Andrea Carter.