An Angel From Above
Disclaimer: I don't own nothin' but the plot!
CHAPTER ONE
Elizabeth Gordon was driving through the streets in her Volkswagon Jetta. It was Christmastime and she looked out the window. All the stores and houses were lit up with bright Christmas lights. It was a week until Christmas and she had been at her annual doctor's appointment. The twenty-four year old had gotten some news that she couldn't wait to tell her husband. She was two months pregnant! Her husband, Gordo (she still called him by his childhood name), had proposed a year earlier and after a six month engagement they tied the knot. They no lived in a mansion in LA where Gordo was a famous director and Elizabeth was a fashion designer for his movies. Now, six months later, she was ready to go home to tell her husband the great news. She rubbed her stomach as her cell phone rang. "Hello?" "Hey Elizabeth!" "Hey Miranda, what's up?" Miranda lived in the Gordon's mansion with them. She had a 5 year old daughter named Paige. She had gotten pregnant when she was nineteen then found out her fiancee was cheating on her. She had lived with Elizabeth in her apartment for 5 years then moved with them into their house. She was one of the family. Elizabeth had called her from her car the minute she had found out about her pregnancy. "Paige wants to tell you something," Miranda said. "Hi, Lizziebeth, congradooations!" the five year old said. "Thank you, Paige," Lizzie said as she pulled up to a red light. It was late and the road was deserted. The light turned green and she passed. All of a sudden a car that was driving on the wrong side of the road came at her at 90 mph with no lights on. She didn't have time to swerve. They smacked head on. Lizzie, still holding the phone, screamed as the glass shattered and she went flying through the windshield. She grabbed her stomach as she hit the pavement hard and everything went black.
Disclaimer: I don't own nothin' but the plot!
CHAPTER ONE
Elizabeth Gordon was driving through the streets in her Volkswagon Jetta. It was Christmastime and she looked out the window. All the stores and houses were lit up with bright Christmas lights. It was a week until Christmas and she had been at her annual doctor's appointment. The twenty-four year old had gotten some news that she couldn't wait to tell her husband. She was two months pregnant! Her husband, Gordo (she still called him by his childhood name), had proposed a year earlier and after a six month engagement they tied the knot. They no lived in a mansion in LA where Gordo was a famous director and Elizabeth was a fashion designer for his movies. Now, six months later, she was ready to go home to tell her husband the great news. She rubbed her stomach as her cell phone rang. "Hello?" "Hey Elizabeth!" "Hey Miranda, what's up?" Miranda lived in the Gordon's mansion with them. She had a 5 year old daughter named Paige. She had gotten pregnant when she was nineteen then found out her fiancee was cheating on her. She had lived with Elizabeth in her apartment for 5 years then moved with them into their house. She was one of the family. Elizabeth had called her from her car the minute she had found out about her pregnancy. "Paige wants to tell you something," Miranda said. "Hi, Lizziebeth, congradooations!" the five year old said. "Thank you, Paige," Lizzie said as she pulled up to a red light. It was late and the road was deserted. The light turned green and she passed. All of a sudden a car that was driving on the wrong side of the road came at her at 90 mph with no lights on. She didn't have time to swerve. They smacked head on. Lizzie, still holding the phone, screamed as the glass shattered and she went flying through the windshield. She grabbed her stomach as she hit the pavement hard and everything went black.