Chapter 2: The Note
"She was acting a little weird, don't you think Bryan?" Lizzie asked. "Yeah, I think Miranda is so jealous of you though," Bryan said back as he kissed her. "We have to get to class," Lizzie said to Bryan. Lizzie and Bryan were in all the same classes; they had switched into each others classes so that they could be together more often. They were always together, always. Lizzie could never take her eyes off his big blue eyes and gorgeous blonde hair. She loved his eyes, when she would look into them, it would be like looking into a large blue ocean. His eyes were gorgeous, with the pieces of lighter and darker blue all over his eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Bryan asked. "I can't help it," Lizzie giggled, "Your eyes. they're so beautiful!" "Not as beautiful as you," Bryan said, as he kissed her on the cheek and wrapped his arm around her.
Lizzie and Bryan started to walk over to her Jetta, when she noticed some thing on the windshield of her car. She ran over to her car to pick up the piece of paper taped to her windshield. She picked it up and opened it. It read: Dear Lizzie- I hate you. I hate everything about you. I don't know how anyone could love you because you a re such a brat. You have no brain, and no heart. You step over people like they're there for you to walk over. I hope that some day you will be left with nothing, and everyone turns there back on you just like you have done to me. I don't understand why you didn't ever notice the fact that you hurt other people's feelings and that you make people look like idiots for your own sick humor. I hope you change your ways, or else something might happen to my darling little Lizzie. Sincerely, You can find out on your own!
"Bryan come here," Lizzie called, as she felt the tears welling up in her eyes. "What's that?" Bryan asked. "It's a note." Lizzie said. "Who's it from?" Bryan asked. "It doesn't really say," Lizzie said, now her watery eyes had turned to tears, and she was crying. "Baby girl, why are you crying?" Bryan asked as he wiped her tears with his sleeve. "This note," Lizzie said as she cried," read it." Lizzie handed the note to Bryan and went to her car to get a tissue. She opened her glove compartment to find another note. She was afraid to open it. She took it out and handed it to Bryan. "I'm not opening that one, you do it," Lizzie said as she handed the folded paper to Bryan. "All right. Do you want me to tell you what it says if it's something bad?" Bryan asked. "Ummm, I don't know, you decide," Lizzie said. "O K, I'm gonna open it now, ok," Bryan said as he un-folded the paper. Bryan opened it, and he gasped. His jaw dropped and he almost fell over. "Let me see!" Lizzie said. As tears started to fill Lizzie's eyes again, she saw the worst thing she could ever see. She was scared of what that note was, it just said.
"She was acting a little weird, don't you think Bryan?" Lizzie asked. "Yeah, I think Miranda is so jealous of you though," Bryan said back as he kissed her. "We have to get to class," Lizzie said to Bryan. Lizzie and Bryan were in all the same classes; they had switched into each others classes so that they could be together more often. They were always together, always. Lizzie could never take her eyes off his big blue eyes and gorgeous blonde hair. She loved his eyes, when she would look into them, it would be like looking into a large blue ocean. His eyes were gorgeous, with the pieces of lighter and darker blue all over his eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Bryan asked. "I can't help it," Lizzie giggled, "Your eyes. they're so beautiful!" "Not as beautiful as you," Bryan said, as he kissed her on the cheek and wrapped his arm around her.
Lizzie and Bryan started to walk over to her Jetta, when she noticed some thing on the windshield of her car. She ran over to her car to pick up the piece of paper taped to her windshield. She picked it up and opened it. It read: Dear Lizzie- I hate you. I hate everything about you. I don't know how anyone could love you because you a re such a brat. You have no brain, and no heart. You step over people like they're there for you to walk over. I hope that some day you will be left with nothing, and everyone turns there back on you just like you have done to me. I don't understand why you didn't ever notice the fact that you hurt other people's feelings and that you make people look like idiots for your own sick humor. I hope you change your ways, or else something might happen to my darling little Lizzie. Sincerely, You can find out on your own!
"Bryan come here," Lizzie called, as she felt the tears welling up in her eyes. "What's that?" Bryan asked. "It's a note." Lizzie said. "Who's it from?" Bryan asked. "It doesn't really say," Lizzie said, now her watery eyes had turned to tears, and she was crying. "Baby girl, why are you crying?" Bryan asked as he wiped her tears with his sleeve. "This note," Lizzie said as she cried," read it." Lizzie handed the note to Bryan and went to her car to get a tissue. She opened her glove compartment to find another note. She was afraid to open it. She took it out and handed it to Bryan. "I'm not opening that one, you do it," Lizzie said as she handed the folded paper to Bryan. "All right. Do you want me to tell you what it says if it's something bad?" Bryan asked. "Ummm, I don't know, you decide," Lizzie said. "O K, I'm gonna open it now, ok," Bryan said as he un-folded the paper. Bryan opened it, and he gasped. His jaw dropped and he almost fell over. "Let me see!" Lizzie said. As tears started to fill Lizzie's eyes again, she saw the worst thing she could ever see. She was scared of what that note was, it just said.