Disclaimer: I don't own these shows or have anything to do with them, I'm
just a fan, messing around.
Additional Information: Maria, Kyle, Valenti and Alex are the only people who know about Max, Isabel, Michael and Tess. Nasedo is still alive, and taking care of them.
Who would have thought that one day your life could be normal, and the next day..everything has changed. I for one am a strong believer in fate, and that everything happens for a reason, but I'm still trying to find a reason behind my mothers death which occurred exactly ten days ago. My name is Liz Parker, and my life has taken a turn for the worse.
"Lizzie, are you almost ready?" my father yelled from the staircase. "Yeah dad, I'll be there in a few minutes". I threw the last of my stuff into a box, and grabbed the masking tape off my bed. As I closed it tightly, I glanced around the room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. Most of my boxes had already been packed away in the moving van, so all that was left was the one box I had in my room which contained some CD's and movies. I lifted it up and headed downstairs. My father was outside talking to the movers, giving them directions. I handed the last box to a man standing near the back of the truck, and slowly walked over to my dad. "All set honey?" he inquired, baring a heartwarming smile. "Yeah, I think so. Let me just go close the door," I said, realizing that I had left it open. "Okay, I'll wait in the car" he replied. I waited a few seconds before I walked up to the door. As I grabbed the doorknob, I took one last look around. I'd lived here for 17 years, and now I was leaving. As I wiped away the tear that was forming in my eye, I shut the door and ran my hand over it one last time.
A few minutes later, we hit the road. "Liz, you're going to love it there", my father told me as he put his hand on mine. "I'm sure I will dad, mom always loved to tell me stories about it" I smiled, but it quickly faded when I saw the look on my father's face. It was hard for him to hear anything involving my mother. I tried to prevent myself from crying as I looked out the window. I wished the past ten days never happened, and my mother was still alive. I was still hanging on to the thought her death could have been prevented.
My mother was someone who could lighten up the room, just by walking into it. She sent out these vibes, that were just full of so much love and compassion. She worked for a UFO research and investigation Department, in city of Rachel, Nevada, a place which I called home. She was so into her work, that sometimes it scared me. My mom was a strong believer in aliens, and even though my father and I weren't, she'd still try and convince us. She was somewhat infactuated with them, and we'd always go on vacations to big alien tourist cities. Roswell, New Mexico was my mother's next project. The crash of '47 was one of her main area's of study, but surprisingly enough she didn't speak much about it for my father or I. A few weeks ago she was called in to do some fieldwork there, and since everything was strictly confidential, she left without saying much. When she came home, she started acting differently, and would say things like "They're among us". My father thought it was all just psychobabble, and work had gotten to her head, but there was something about the way she was acting that made me think differently. Two days later she said she had to run an errand back in Roswell. She never came back. I came home that night to find police in my home, and my father crying. My mother was found dead just outside of Roswell, the reason unknown.
"Liz, wake up, we're almost there" I heard my father as he shook my arm . I must have fallen asleep. As I sat up, I rubbed my eyes to get a clearer picture of what I was seeing. Out the window a big green sign could be seen. I felt goosebumps as I read it. "Roswell , 2 Miles."
Additional Information: Maria, Kyle, Valenti and Alex are the only people who know about Max, Isabel, Michael and Tess. Nasedo is still alive, and taking care of them.
Who would have thought that one day your life could be normal, and the next day..everything has changed. I for one am a strong believer in fate, and that everything happens for a reason, but I'm still trying to find a reason behind my mothers death which occurred exactly ten days ago. My name is Liz Parker, and my life has taken a turn for the worse.
"Lizzie, are you almost ready?" my father yelled from the staircase. "Yeah dad, I'll be there in a few minutes". I threw the last of my stuff into a box, and grabbed the masking tape off my bed. As I closed it tightly, I glanced around the room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. Most of my boxes had already been packed away in the moving van, so all that was left was the one box I had in my room which contained some CD's and movies. I lifted it up and headed downstairs. My father was outside talking to the movers, giving them directions. I handed the last box to a man standing near the back of the truck, and slowly walked over to my dad. "All set honey?" he inquired, baring a heartwarming smile. "Yeah, I think so. Let me just go close the door," I said, realizing that I had left it open. "Okay, I'll wait in the car" he replied. I waited a few seconds before I walked up to the door. As I grabbed the doorknob, I took one last look around. I'd lived here for 17 years, and now I was leaving. As I wiped away the tear that was forming in my eye, I shut the door and ran my hand over it one last time.
A few minutes later, we hit the road. "Liz, you're going to love it there", my father told me as he put his hand on mine. "I'm sure I will dad, mom always loved to tell me stories about it" I smiled, but it quickly faded when I saw the look on my father's face. It was hard for him to hear anything involving my mother. I tried to prevent myself from crying as I looked out the window. I wished the past ten days never happened, and my mother was still alive. I was still hanging on to the thought her death could have been prevented.
My mother was someone who could lighten up the room, just by walking into it. She sent out these vibes, that were just full of so much love and compassion. She worked for a UFO research and investigation Department, in city of Rachel, Nevada, a place which I called home. She was so into her work, that sometimes it scared me. My mom was a strong believer in aliens, and even though my father and I weren't, she'd still try and convince us. She was somewhat infactuated with them, and we'd always go on vacations to big alien tourist cities. Roswell, New Mexico was my mother's next project. The crash of '47 was one of her main area's of study, but surprisingly enough she didn't speak much about it for my father or I. A few weeks ago she was called in to do some fieldwork there, and since everything was strictly confidential, she left without saying much. When she came home, she started acting differently, and would say things like "They're among us". My father thought it was all just psychobabble, and work had gotten to her head, but there was something about the way she was acting that made me think differently. Two days later she said she had to run an errand back in Roswell. She never came back. I came home that night to find police in my home, and my father crying. My mother was found dead just outside of Roswell, the reason unknown.
"Liz, wake up, we're almost there" I heard my father as he shook my arm . I must have fallen asleep. As I sat up, I rubbed my eyes to get a clearer picture of what I was seeing. Out the window a big green sign could be seen. I felt goosebumps as I read it. "Roswell , 2 Miles."