Hi everybody. This is my 5th fanfic. It's totally different than
anything else I've written. I should be revising for my Chemistry teat that
I have tomorrow but I had this story in my head so I just had to put it
down on paper, or rather, into the computer to give to you lot out there.
Most of the info you already know. Second chapter will be up as soon as I
am able to use the computer again, or if I am quick, in about ten minute's
time. Please, please read and review!
Witch Parker (By Kirstills)
Liz Parker walked through the doors of the nearest tourist office and bought a map of the town she had just arrived in. Liz was in what you might call the 'muggle' world or the normal world. Liz was definitely not normal. Liz was just a sixteen year old girl with many life, love, family and friend problems to her name until she got up, and walked out of her life. Her life as a trainee witch. She had left her former lover, Max Evans, to let him find his destiny with another woman. This woman was named Tess 'Bitch' Harding, as Liz and her ex-best friends Maria and Alex had called her. But Liz wasn't just the weird one. Max, his sister Isabel, his best mate Michael and this Tess Harding girl, were all aliens from an unknown planet millions of miles away from planet Earth. Max had been Liz's high school sweetheart from day one, when they had first gazed into each other's eyes and fell deeply in love with one an other. But then Tess came along with her known thoughts about their planets, telling him that they had once been married on that other world, where he was King, and she was his Queen. At first, it was all laughs and jokes, until they found out about their powers. Max could re-mould a complicated pottery sculpture with a wave of his hand; Michael could stop things in mid-air; and Isabel could listen to CD's without a CD player and walk into peoples dreams unnoticed. Tess however, she could erase peoples' memories and make new ones, like you see in Men In Black. Liz left to let them get on with it. She was sycic; she could see the future. Tess and Max were going to get married, have children and go home. Liz couldn't believe what she saw, so she had just gone on with her normal life. Until the 'Future Max' came and told her how Tess was going to leave the Royal Four, and how it would destroy the aliens' lives forever, ending up with a war. Liz had to make Max fall out of love with her. She pretended to sleep with her ex-boyfriend Kyle, knowing that Max would come to see her that night. He left heart-broken. It had worked, Max was out of love and Liz left. She had been on the road for twelve days now and still had nowhere to go. Every time she stopped in new towns, she bought a map, and just wandered. On the third day, she had gone to the cinema, sat on her own at the back, and cried her eyes out. On the fifth day she had left America, on a plane, and had travelled to Britain, where she had slept by the door of a chip shop, until the kind Spanish owner, who had felt sorry for the lonely lass, offered her a bed and breakfast for £5. After three whole days begging on the streets, singing songs and playing her clarinet. (Which she could not bear to give up as it reminded her of her parents who had been killed in a train crash, three years before. They had bought it for her for her 12th birthday.) By the end of the eighth day she had enough money to travel up to Scotland, where she had heard the flats were far cheaper than London was. Liz still had her journal with her, and after buying a new pen, she began to write in it again, for her last pen had just ran out:
Dear Diary, I am still very lonely without Alex, Maria or Max. I have been in the 'real' world for twelve days now, and am travelling north this very second. I have been very fortunate begging each day by street corners to raise enough money to get me there. I should have sold my clarinet, but I just couldn't bear to lose it. It reminds me of Roswell. Home. That is where I should right now, and not running away. As Mama always said, 'running away never causes anything but trouble.' I wonder if they are missing me in Roswell. I have to leave it at that. Because I know no one misses me. But I am still hoping for a miracle. Three young boys have just sat down beside me, saying hello. So I better reply and sign off here, Lots of Love, Liz
Witch Parker (By Kirstills)
Liz Parker walked through the doors of the nearest tourist office and bought a map of the town she had just arrived in. Liz was in what you might call the 'muggle' world or the normal world. Liz was definitely not normal. Liz was just a sixteen year old girl with many life, love, family and friend problems to her name until she got up, and walked out of her life. Her life as a trainee witch. She had left her former lover, Max Evans, to let him find his destiny with another woman. This woman was named Tess 'Bitch' Harding, as Liz and her ex-best friends Maria and Alex had called her. But Liz wasn't just the weird one. Max, his sister Isabel, his best mate Michael and this Tess Harding girl, were all aliens from an unknown planet millions of miles away from planet Earth. Max had been Liz's high school sweetheart from day one, when they had first gazed into each other's eyes and fell deeply in love with one an other. But then Tess came along with her known thoughts about their planets, telling him that they had once been married on that other world, where he was King, and she was his Queen. At first, it was all laughs and jokes, until they found out about their powers. Max could re-mould a complicated pottery sculpture with a wave of his hand; Michael could stop things in mid-air; and Isabel could listen to CD's without a CD player and walk into peoples dreams unnoticed. Tess however, she could erase peoples' memories and make new ones, like you see in Men In Black. Liz left to let them get on with it. She was sycic; she could see the future. Tess and Max were going to get married, have children and go home. Liz couldn't believe what she saw, so she had just gone on with her normal life. Until the 'Future Max' came and told her how Tess was going to leave the Royal Four, and how it would destroy the aliens' lives forever, ending up with a war. Liz had to make Max fall out of love with her. She pretended to sleep with her ex-boyfriend Kyle, knowing that Max would come to see her that night. He left heart-broken. It had worked, Max was out of love and Liz left. She had been on the road for twelve days now and still had nowhere to go. Every time she stopped in new towns, she bought a map, and just wandered. On the third day, she had gone to the cinema, sat on her own at the back, and cried her eyes out. On the fifth day she had left America, on a plane, and had travelled to Britain, where she had slept by the door of a chip shop, until the kind Spanish owner, who had felt sorry for the lonely lass, offered her a bed and breakfast for £5. After three whole days begging on the streets, singing songs and playing her clarinet. (Which she could not bear to give up as it reminded her of her parents who had been killed in a train crash, three years before. They had bought it for her for her 12th birthday.) By the end of the eighth day she had enough money to travel up to Scotland, where she had heard the flats were far cheaper than London was. Liz still had her journal with her, and after buying a new pen, she began to write in it again, for her last pen had just ran out:
Dear Diary, I am still very lonely without Alex, Maria or Max. I have been in the 'real' world for twelve days now, and am travelling north this very second. I have been very fortunate begging each day by street corners to raise enough money to get me there. I should have sold my clarinet, but I just couldn't bear to lose it. It reminds me of Roswell. Home. That is where I should right now, and not running away. As Mama always said, 'running away never causes anything but trouble.' I wonder if they are missing me in Roswell. I have to leave it at that. Because I know no one misses me. But I am still hoping for a miracle. Three young boys have just sat down beside me, saying hello. So I better reply and sign off here, Lots of Love, Liz