Title: Visions
(16/?)
Author:
Sage
Email:
danceswithwolves18@home.com
Rating:
15
Spoilers: SC,VD and NW, The
Living dead 3
Disclaimers: All the
characters that are LJS are hers. Liese Anders, Deanna
Anders, Evan Anders, Ka'tana
Zeigler, Galilee Brooks and maybe more too
come.
Summary: Liese Anders isn't
afraid of anything! Her mother gets a job in New Salem, England. Is she scared
or not? This story is set after the
incident at the high school with Black John. Anyhow, Black John had won the
battle, not the SC people. All of the SC are still in school it's like 4 weeks
away from the second semester. This isn't much of a summary, I can't think of
much.
Comments: I just want too
say thank you to who ever reads Visions.
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Part
1.
In our Jeep Cherokee(a
fourth of a mile to New Salem):
"Mom do you ever think about
what it would be like to be dead?"
Liese
Anders asked her mother
Ann-Marie.
"Oh baby, you're not
thinking about your dad are you?" she asked as she
looked through the review
mirror.
My brother Evan was in front, Deanna and
I in back.
"Yeah. I was just thinking
what it was like for him in the
airplane. Strapped in the
seat, helpless to stop the crash. A rush with
death; he was scared of
flying. He waited practically his whole life to get
on that flight and go to
Europe. It's like in Final Destination, death has a
pattern for us and we have
NO choice. When death thinks it's time for
someone to die, it's time
up, time for us too die well bye bye it was nice
knowing ya, but it wasn't
Daddy's time yet. Not him he would have changed
this world even more than he
had already. I'll figure out that pattern so I
can live for however old I
want to be and I'll live for Daddy too," I
finished.
"Can we change the subject
please??!!! You guys are going too make my face
wrinkle with all of this
destination and death crap," Deanna said, with a
slit of irritation in her
voice.
"It isn't crap. It has to be
true. Maybe Dad figured out the
pattern and death boy found
out and started plotting the most vicious ways
too kill him. Death boy put
it on a plane crash too make it look like a
fatel accident, ya know?" I
said looking to Evan to see if he would agree
with
me.
"Where do you come up with
this shit Liese. Your brain is totally warped,"
she yelled at
me.
"Deanna Anders, WATCH your
mouth young lady or I'll wash it out with
soap!!!" Ann-Marie
threatened.
"Sorry, but mom, come on,
you have too admit that Liese is a complete
LUNATIC." Deanna
said.
"I was just
saying........"
"Liese,change the subject,
NOW." Ann-Marie said.
"FINE, FINE. You know, we
can never have a decent conversation anymore," I
said, noting the shocked
face on Dea and simply
drowning myself with the
pleasure of it.
"THAT was NOT a decent
conversation," Deanna exlaimed.
"Would you two just SHUT the
HELL UP," yelled Evan "I can't take the
bickering anymore." He sighs
very heavily, one of his most attractive
qualities,
not.
Evan was very cute. If he
wasn't my brother I'd go out with him. He has
blonde hair with gold, and
strawberry blonde streaks, along with dark green
eyes and black eyelashes.
His face was very well structured. He didn't have
a pointy chin like most men,
but it was slightly curved. He had dimples on
the sides of his cheeks,
which added to his boyish qualities. Evan, though
he was 18, he looked a lot
younger, more like Deanna's age, 15, I'm 17.
Deanna had the usual look,
if you have to know, totally blonde curly hair,
baby blue eyes, and perfect
body, along with a heart shaped face and black
eyelashes surrounding her
doe eyes.
Me, on the other hand, had my dad's
features, hair and so forth. If you
hadn't guessed, Evan and
Deanna got my mom's geans. My dad was the best
looking guy I had ever seen,
so you could only imagine what I look like. I
have doe eyes, that look
like tropical pools in Eden, turquoise.
My hair is
a wheat color with different assortments of red, gold,
brown, and orange.
It goes all the way down to
my shoulder blades, but it frames my
heart-shaped, olive colored
face. If it didn't do that it would be in the
middle of my back. I have a
nice body shape, not as good as Deanna's though,
she beats me in the body
department, but I beat her in the looks department.
I have a six pack, yes even
with my junk food cravings. My legs
are well defined along with
my slim waist. I have a walk that makes guys
take a look at me more than
once, but I never let them look more than once.
Unlike Evan and Deanna, I
don't date.
My mother Ann-Marie looked
exactly like Deanna, only older.
We sat in silence the rest
of the way. As we drove, recklessly into our
future.
