Lizzy didn't think her life could be any worse. What's there left to lose when you've already lost everything? She would ask herself, just to make herself feel better. It just made her feel worse. She tried not to think about it. She doesn't have pictures, or anything to remind her of them. Nothing. There isn't a trace that they were even alive at one point. The only evidence was her existence, which didn't help her at all. She would try to block out the obnoxious orphanage she was forced to live in. All the kids teasing her because of her glasses, or the constant loneliness that she feels all the time. She had tried to make friends. She remembers quite clearly what had happened actually, but she doesn't like to talk about it, especially to her one friend (at school, of course) though he would always try to get it out of her. She had a bad feeling she would punch something (or someone) if she talked about her personal life. She wasn't the one for violence, but sometimes she couldn't control the anger and sadness she always kept bottled up inside her. Nobody knew her full life story. Only some (consisting of Rory and a few of the other children who had eavesdropped on them) knew little parts of her history. Some of the teachers at school worried about her, for the only time she actually looked happy was when she was with Rory. He could make her laugh when she wanted to brake down in sobs. He defended her when the other kids at school made fun of her for not having any parents. Lizzy remembered exactly what happened that day, even though it was a year ago.
Lizzy walked in the front doors to be exposed to a brightly lit entryway, painted in gold, green, and blue. A mural of an eagle flying over mountains with the words "Go Eagles!" written near it, lined the walls. To her left was a lime green hallway; to her right was a door that read "School Office". Directly in front of her was another hallway, this one a creamy, beige sort-of color. She sighed, letting her bag strap fall, now only wearing one on her right shoulder. She turned, thinking about how horribly badly her day was going to be, heading strait for the office. She turned the doorknob a little reluctantly, slipping inside before anyone could see her. She came up to a cluttered desk, were a small plumb women with brown hair, and big, circular, glasses that rested on the bridge of her nose, was sitting typing on her black dell laptop. She apparently heard her coming and stopped typing to stare up at Lizzy, waiting for her to say something. Lizzy didn't.
"Well, you must be the new student, I assume?" the women asked.
Lizzy nodded, still not speaking.
"I'm Mrs. Clemite." She said, putting her hand out for Lizzy to shake.
She took her hand "I'm Lizzy Elane." Lizzy said not taking her eyes of Mrs. Clemite. "Well, Miss Elane," she started, not taking her eyes of Lizzy as well. (Which was a shock because the children at the orphanage used to say she could turn you to stone with one look into those mesmerizing blue eyes.) "I believe this would be your schedule, as there wouldn't be any other new 7th graders today." Mrs. Clemite drew back her hand, and picked up a sheet of paper that had been lying there moments earlier. Lizzy took it from her, nodding her head then remembering to say something. "Thanks." She muttered.
Mrs. Clemite sat back down after they exchanged good byes. Lizzy turned around, still looking at the schedule. Her hand searched for the doorknob for a second, then finally finding it's target. She pulled it open slowly, not caring were she was going. That is, until she came in contact with something—wait—someone. The impact was so hard; she was thrown a little ways, all her things flying everywhere.
"Ow!" She said. She herd someone else say an apology, put she was to busy picking up her things. She saw a hand looking franticly for the others things, and, Lizzy, being the curious person she was looked up to see a boy with dirty, blonde hair muttering under his breath. She put her things back in her bag (that had been open when she had fallen) and took another look at the boy. He was about her age, taller by…eh, maybe 3 inches (she just guesstemated). She couldn't see his eyes, because his hair came down barely enough to be were he would have to be looking up for anyone to see them. He felt her eyes boring into him, so he looked up. He had dark brown eyes that you could get lost in at anytime. She stared at him, doing her weird I-won't-hurt-you-unless-you-bother-me stare (a/n: kinda like bees/wasps…) that wouldn't let you go. After a few more seconds of their (intense) stare-down (is that what you call it?) Lizzy slowly, and steadily got up, still looking at him. He did, too. The boy decided to speak first, because obviously she wasn't.
"Hello." He said.
"Hiya." Was Lizzy's reply.
"I'm Rory." He outstretched his arm.
"I'm Lizzy." They shock hands.
"Uh, sorry 'bout bumping into you." Lizzy said, suddenly a bit nervous.
"It's okay. No harm done." He said smiling at her. "You new here?"
She nodded.
"That's cool. I remember when I first came here. So young. So innocent. So not ready for middle school."
"When'd you come here?"
"Last year." Lizzy laughed lightly, which shocked her, considering she hadn't laughed in years.
"So…What class you have now?" He asked her peering over at her list, curiously.
"Math." She sighed.
"Really?"
She nodded for the third time that day.
"Same here." He said. "You know where the classroom is?"
"Nope." She popped the 'p'.
"Come on. I'll show 'ya."
Hi! Okay, I know this is a short chapter, but we're traveling right now, and it was 2 in the morning when I wrote that. I have to be snappy about uploading the chapters cuz where we're going DOESN'T HAVE INTERNET. Yeah. So, I hope you understood what went on. I just had to add the flashback...Anyways...
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