Chapter One: What Happened to our Friend Lizzie
Elizabeth took off her tiara and put it on the passenger seat as she drove down the long island road. The jungle was on one side; the blue ocean on the other. Her heart thumped as she slightly turned the wheel. She pushed a strand of her newly dyed brown hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, five golden hoops through it. A picture of her little boy Chandler sat in a silver picture frame on the dashboard.
An old scratched up sign was in sight: AIRPORT, FIVE MILES.
Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat. She was finally going home, back to California. She hadn't been there since she graduated college. The last time she had seen her brother was at her wedding. He was studying in Europe with his girlfriend Lane. The last time she had seen her parents was at the birth of her baby boy. She couldn't believe she was going home.
You see, Elizabeth had grown up simple little Lizzie McGuire. She had fallen in love with her best friend David in high school. They had dated all through high school and college, and then he proposed. It was their wedding day when Lizzie took off. She bought a plane ticket to a little island in the South Pacific called Tambori and left for a long vacation. Why did she do it? Why did she leave the man of her dreams at the altar? She never thought she'd be one of those runaway brides. But she was.
Anyway, when she got to Tambori, she met this gorgeous Tambori native named Jeu. They dated for seven months before Lizzie even called her mom to let her know where her daughter was.and that Jeu had proposed. But you see, Jeu had left out one SMALL detail: he was the prince of the island.
So now, Lizzie was the princess of Tambori. She had never left the island until now. Hillridge High School was throwing a 15-year reunion for Lizzie's class. She hadn't seen David since the "wedding", or her other best friend Miranda. She was going to be her Maid of Honor. All Lizzie knew about her was that she was had become the richest woman in America thanks to her hair dye empire, "Chic Tweak."
Elizabeth turned into the private airport drive, sniffing the scent of the wild tropical plants. She got out of her blue Mercedes Benz and shut the door. She went around to the trunk, got out her luggage, and waved to a man over in the distance.
It was Sherj, the pilot. "Hello Princess Elizabeth!" he called out.
She waved back as casually as she could while her heart raced through her chest. "Hi Sherj! How are you?"
She approached him slowly, trying to smile.
"Oh Princess," he said knowingly when they were a few feet apart. "You are nervous about going back to school, no? Is Sherj wrong?" He winked at her.
"I'm fine Sherj," Lizzie said back, handing him her bags. "Really, I am. I'm just, you know, jumbled."
Sherj nodded with a smile and began walking to the small jet by the runway. "Follow me."
Elizabeth did as she was told. But her mind was not on Sherj right now and his smarts about her. She was thinking about her life and what had went wrong. Why did she leave David at the altar? Why hadn't she kept in touch with Miranda? Why was her marriage to Jeu falling apart? Why wasn't she as happy to see her now one-year-old son every morning like she used to?
What was wrong with little Lizzie McGuire?
Hey! What's up? Thanks for reading my story! I'll keep writing. I hope you R&R!!!
Goddess4LiFe
P.S.- There is no such thing as Tambori I made it up. Hee Hee!
Elizabeth took off her tiara and put it on the passenger seat as she drove down the long island road. The jungle was on one side; the blue ocean on the other. Her heart thumped as she slightly turned the wheel. She pushed a strand of her newly dyed brown hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, five golden hoops through it. A picture of her little boy Chandler sat in a silver picture frame on the dashboard.
An old scratched up sign was in sight: AIRPORT, FIVE MILES.
Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat. She was finally going home, back to California. She hadn't been there since she graduated college. The last time she had seen her brother was at her wedding. He was studying in Europe with his girlfriend Lane. The last time she had seen her parents was at the birth of her baby boy. She couldn't believe she was going home.
You see, Elizabeth had grown up simple little Lizzie McGuire. She had fallen in love with her best friend David in high school. They had dated all through high school and college, and then he proposed. It was their wedding day when Lizzie took off. She bought a plane ticket to a little island in the South Pacific called Tambori and left for a long vacation. Why did she do it? Why did she leave the man of her dreams at the altar? She never thought she'd be one of those runaway brides. But she was.
Anyway, when she got to Tambori, she met this gorgeous Tambori native named Jeu. They dated for seven months before Lizzie even called her mom to let her know where her daughter was.and that Jeu had proposed. But you see, Jeu had left out one SMALL detail: he was the prince of the island.
So now, Lizzie was the princess of Tambori. She had never left the island until now. Hillridge High School was throwing a 15-year reunion for Lizzie's class. She hadn't seen David since the "wedding", or her other best friend Miranda. She was going to be her Maid of Honor. All Lizzie knew about her was that she was had become the richest woman in America thanks to her hair dye empire, "Chic Tweak."
Elizabeth turned into the private airport drive, sniffing the scent of the wild tropical plants. She got out of her blue Mercedes Benz and shut the door. She went around to the trunk, got out her luggage, and waved to a man over in the distance.
It was Sherj, the pilot. "Hello Princess Elizabeth!" he called out.
She waved back as casually as she could while her heart raced through her chest. "Hi Sherj! How are you?"
She approached him slowly, trying to smile.
"Oh Princess," he said knowingly when they were a few feet apart. "You are nervous about going back to school, no? Is Sherj wrong?" He winked at her.
"I'm fine Sherj," Lizzie said back, handing him her bags. "Really, I am. I'm just, you know, jumbled."
Sherj nodded with a smile and began walking to the small jet by the runway. "Follow me."
Elizabeth did as she was told. But her mind was not on Sherj right now and his smarts about her. She was thinking about her life and what had went wrong. Why did she leave David at the altar? Why hadn't she kept in touch with Miranda? Why was her marriage to Jeu falling apart? Why wasn't she as happy to see her now one-year-old son every morning like she used to?
What was wrong with little Lizzie McGuire?
Hey! What's up? Thanks for reading my story! I'll keep writing. I hope you R&R!!!
Goddess4LiFe
P.S.- There is no such thing as Tambori I made it up. Hee Hee!