Liz walked through the door of her house, and saw her father sprawled on the couch, drunk out of his skull. She grimaced and turned right back around and walked away from him. She felt her temperature rising, and suddenly felt so tired. She considered going back to her house and sleeping for a bit.
No, she thought, you can't go back there; not when he's like that…
She walked for a bit, coming to the park. She walked around there for a bit, and climbed a big tree. She closed her eyes once she was settled, and she heard voices coming form below her.
"George can sing," one voice said. Liz looked down and Paul and George with another boy she didn't know. They all had a guitar and they looked as if they were gonna play.
"Well, I'm the lead." He boy Liz didn't know said, "You two are backing vocals, right?"
Liz made a face, she'd heard George sing before, and she loved the way he sounded. What was wrong with this boy? Had he never heard him sing before? She thought he probably hadn't.
George looked as if he didn't mind not getting to sing, but it still made Liz mad he didn't get a chance.
Liz closed her eyes again, and listened to the music the three boys were playing. She liked the way the third boy sounded when Paul backed him up with the harmony. She paid close attention to George's guitar playing as she dozed off on her tree limb.
She woke up around twilight-felling somewhat better-from nearly falling out of her tree.
She looked around for any sign of George; she was obviously still half asleep. When she was fully awake she sighed and climbed down from her tree. She found her mind wandering to George, and what he might be doing or thinking about.
She walked down the street and thought of someplace safe to go for the rest of the night. She found a small abandoned house that looked somewhat better than the street, and went inside.
There was a ratty looking couch, which looked somewhat like the couch at her house. She sat down and tried her best to go back to sleep.
Her hip ached and her head felt like it was bashed against a concrete wall. She felt her temperature rise and she started to tremble, suddenly very cold.
The next few days only got harder for Liz. Her headache got ten times worse and she couldn't stop shivering. Even when she stood in the most sunlight possible. When walking past a shop window, she saw she was so pale, it was almost ghostly.
She found her mind wondering to George more and more through the days until he was all she thought about.
By early august, everything in her mind reverted back to George and how he'd helped her…
Really, really, short chapter, I know, but I'm getting there, ok?! BE HAPPY! ;) please review.