Lizzie McGuire's
What if... Chapter one
I do not own Lizzie McGuire the show, the set, not even a single sweat drop, but yet I will write this story!
Lizzie was in her room calling Miranda.
"So, what are you up to today?" She asked. "Nothing really, you?" Miranda replied. "Nope" Lizzie sighed. "Do you want to come over to my place?" Miranda suggested. "Sure, I'll be right there!"
As they where saying goodbye Lizzie got her coat and ran out of the house on to the street. Her cell phone rang, as she tried to get it out of her jacket, she crossed the street. The truck driver never saw her coming, she was hit by the truck and barely alive, her mother came running out of the house following by her father and brother.
"What are they doing to my body?!" Lizzie screamed. "You are on the verge of death my girl." An anonymous voice replied. "But.. I can see my body!" "You are in heaven my girl."
She was shocked but as she looked around she thought of it no different that earth, although everyone was happy. It felt weird though, she was Lizzie McGuire, she looked like Lizzie McGuire, and she surely felt like Lizzie McGuire! Yet her body laid down there with blood and people crying and an ambulance rushing over to get her to the hospital.
"Why am I this happy, although I am going to die every minute now..." She wondered, walking around for people she knew, that died. Alas she found her grandmother, grandmother Jansen. Her grandmother was from her mother's side and came from The Netherlands, A country in Europe. "Hello, grandmother." Lizzie spoke. "My child, dear, dear child! What are you doing here? This is heaven, only dead people come here!" Her Grandmother was shocked, but still happy. Lizzie looked down and she saw the doctors that stopped giving her heart massage, it was done, she was dead...
"I died, dear grandmother I died..." Suddenly a relaxed feeling rushed over Lizzie's body, if that is how you can call it. She was... consumed, she was... okay. She felt just fine!
But... what if she lived... she knew she had to find out!! She immediately looked for someone to ask.
What if... Chapter one
I do not own Lizzie McGuire the show, the set, not even a single sweat drop, but yet I will write this story!
Lizzie was in her room calling Miranda.
"So, what are you up to today?" She asked. "Nothing really, you?" Miranda replied. "Nope" Lizzie sighed. "Do you want to come over to my place?" Miranda suggested. "Sure, I'll be right there!"
As they where saying goodbye Lizzie got her coat and ran out of the house on to the street. Her cell phone rang, as she tried to get it out of her jacket, she crossed the street. The truck driver never saw her coming, she was hit by the truck and barely alive, her mother came running out of the house following by her father and brother.
"What are they doing to my body?!" Lizzie screamed. "You are on the verge of death my girl." An anonymous voice replied. "But.. I can see my body!" "You are in heaven my girl."
She was shocked but as she looked around she thought of it no different that earth, although everyone was happy. It felt weird though, she was Lizzie McGuire, she looked like Lizzie McGuire, and she surely felt like Lizzie McGuire! Yet her body laid down there with blood and people crying and an ambulance rushing over to get her to the hospital.
"Why am I this happy, although I am going to die every minute now..." She wondered, walking around for people she knew, that died. Alas she found her grandmother, grandmother Jansen. Her grandmother was from her mother's side and came from The Netherlands, A country in Europe. "Hello, grandmother." Lizzie spoke. "My child, dear, dear child! What are you doing here? This is heaven, only dead people come here!" Her Grandmother was shocked, but still happy. Lizzie looked down and she saw the doctors that stopped giving her heart massage, it was done, she was dead...
"I died, dear grandmother I died..." Suddenly a relaxed feeling rushed over Lizzie's body, if that is how you can call it. She was... consumed, she was... okay. She felt just fine!
But... what if she lived... she knew she had to find out!! She immediately looked for someone to ask.