Okay the only things I own are Nigol, Kione, and the new characters I am adding in this chapter(Braedon and Isabel)! Not the Disney Characters!
My World
Chapter 9-Beautiful and From a Dark Alley?
As Miranda and Matt locked eyes and started to lean in, the parents came barging into the living room. They were just in time to stop the mistletoe kiss between the two teenagers. They told the kids to go to sleep on the couches and they put Mr. Gordon in the middle of them. After Mr. Gordon fell asleep, Miranda got up and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. Matt heard her get up and followed after her. Miranda had a new thought about Lizzie and Gordo's capture and was about to go back into the living room and wake up Matt, when he walked behind her and said, "Miranda?"
"You scared me!" She tried to scream even as she tried to keep her whisper. "I was about to go get you up anyway. I need to tell you about another thought I had about the kidnapping before I went to sleep." She finished in a rush.
"What is it?" He probed gently.
"What if it's not just them that's been kidnapped by these thugs?" She paused, gave it time to sink in, and continued, "I mean someone we don't even know could be there with them and they still can't get away, It scares me." Miranda finished as she looked at her slipper covered feet.
"I hope they're okay, that we'll get to them soon." Matt reassured her as he pulled her close and led her back to their individual couches. They soon went into peaceful slumber.
Lizzie awoke the next morning when she felt a gush of warm air on her face. She saw a thin girl who looked about the same age as her but with curly, brown hair and hazel eyes step into the door with an athletic, blond hair, brown eyed male following hesitantly behind her into the small cupboard. Lizzie looked at Gordo, smiled at how angelic he looked with unruly black curls falling on his forehead, and shook him a little to wake him. His eyes slowly fluttered open to adjust to the darkness and notice two new figures in their small 'bed' space.
He turned to Lizzie, "Do we know them, yet?"
"No, not yet . . . " She turned to face them, "Well to start, my name is Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Lizzie. What are your names?"
The curly haired girl spoke up first, "My name is Isabel, like you, I have a nickname. Everyone calls me Belle."
"I'm Braedon and if one more person calls me Brae I think I will slam my head into a wall, which I kinda want to do already for just being here." The burly guy finished dryly. They all looked at each other, silently agreeing on the last part.
"Well," Gordo finally spoke up from behind Lizzie. He was sitting up, his hands behind him for balance, "I'm David Gordon. All my friends call me Gordo. Now that we've had introductions," Gordo asked lightly, "Where is everyone from? What school do you go to? What kind of music do you listen to? What's your favorite drink? What's your hobbies?" When he got silence for an answer, he explained, "it'll help us keep our mind off of where we are."
Isabel looked surprised at Gordo's outburst, "I'm from Norman, Oklahoma, I go to the High School there and I'm a Sophmore. Oh I listen to foreign artists. Well, you know like um, Shakira, Selena, BWitched. My favorite drink is Vanilla Coke and my biggest hobby, besides shopping," she looked at Lizzie with eyes twinkling then finished, "is art. Painting mostly, but-hey-what girl doesn't hang with friends and dance a little too?"
"I'm also from Norman and go to the same High School as Isabel. I'm a Junior though," Braedon said, "and the music I listen to is mostly rap. I like Ja Rule, Eminem, and Ludacris. My favorite drink is Cherry Coke and my hobbies are basketball and my drums. What about you Lizzie?" He asked as he turned to face her.
Lizzie decided it was her turn to spill, "I'm from California and I used to go to Hillridge Junior High, but I'm a sophmore too. I go to the High School there with Gordo. I listen to acoustic guitar stuff, like American Football and Incubus, but I like BWitched too." Lizzie said while looking at Isabel, "My favorite drink is a Shirley Temple and my hobbies are shopping, hanging out with friends, dancing, and singing. Your turn Gordo."
"I'm from California and go to school, as a Sophmore, with Lizzie, and I listen to the same stuff as Lizzie and pretty much have known her since I was born. Something different between us is that I like Dashboard Confessional too." Gordo said sighing, "My hobbies are hanging with Miranda and Lizzie, making fun of Ethan. I play electric guitar, acoustic guitar, drum set, and keyboard. Oh-and I like reciting songs." After he said the last comment, Lizzie turned bright red.
Lizzie broke the uncomfortable silence, "Were you kidnapped by those two thugs too?"
Isabel and Braedon looked at each other, "Yes." They said in complete misery and unison.
Gordo looked from Lizzie to Isabel to Braedon, "Do you have any idea where we are?"
"You couldn't tell?" Isabel asked.
"Well," Lizzie said hesitantly, "We're not from around here. All we can tell is that we're in the mountains somewhere."
"The Ouachita Mountains." Braedon said with a cruel laugh, "In Arkansas."
[HeHe I sentence them to the middle of Bumkin-ville HAHAHAHAHAHA-I thought it was funny . . . silence]
My World
Chapter 9-Beautiful and From a Dark Alley?
As Miranda and Matt locked eyes and started to lean in, the parents came barging into the living room. They were just in time to stop the mistletoe kiss between the two teenagers. They told the kids to go to sleep on the couches and they put Mr. Gordon in the middle of them. After Mr. Gordon fell asleep, Miranda got up and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. Matt heard her get up and followed after her. Miranda had a new thought about Lizzie and Gordo's capture and was about to go back into the living room and wake up Matt, when he walked behind her and said, "Miranda?"
"You scared me!" She tried to scream even as she tried to keep her whisper. "I was about to go get you up anyway. I need to tell you about another thought I had about the kidnapping before I went to sleep." She finished in a rush.
"What is it?" He probed gently.
"What if it's not just them that's been kidnapped by these thugs?" She paused, gave it time to sink in, and continued, "I mean someone we don't even know could be there with them and they still can't get away, It scares me." Miranda finished as she looked at her slipper covered feet.
"I hope they're okay, that we'll get to them soon." Matt reassured her as he pulled her close and led her back to their individual couches. They soon went into peaceful slumber.
Lizzie awoke the next morning when she felt a gush of warm air on her face. She saw a thin girl who looked about the same age as her but with curly, brown hair and hazel eyes step into the door with an athletic, blond hair, brown eyed male following hesitantly behind her into the small cupboard. Lizzie looked at Gordo, smiled at how angelic he looked with unruly black curls falling on his forehead, and shook him a little to wake him. His eyes slowly fluttered open to adjust to the darkness and notice two new figures in their small 'bed' space.
He turned to Lizzie, "Do we know them, yet?"
"No, not yet . . . " She turned to face them, "Well to start, my name is Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Lizzie. What are your names?"
The curly haired girl spoke up first, "My name is Isabel, like you, I have a nickname. Everyone calls me Belle."
"I'm Braedon and if one more person calls me Brae I think I will slam my head into a wall, which I kinda want to do already for just being here." The burly guy finished dryly. They all looked at each other, silently agreeing on the last part.
"Well," Gordo finally spoke up from behind Lizzie. He was sitting up, his hands behind him for balance, "I'm David Gordon. All my friends call me Gordo. Now that we've had introductions," Gordo asked lightly, "Where is everyone from? What school do you go to? What kind of music do you listen to? What's your favorite drink? What's your hobbies?" When he got silence for an answer, he explained, "it'll help us keep our mind off of where we are."
Isabel looked surprised at Gordo's outburst, "I'm from Norman, Oklahoma, I go to the High School there and I'm a Sophmore. Oh I listen to foreign artists. Well, you know like um, Shakira, Selena, BWitched. My favorite drink is Vanilla Coke and my biggest hobby, besides shopping," she looked at Lizzie with eyes twinkling then finished, "is art. Painting mostly, but-hey-what girl doesn't hang with friends and dance a little too?"
"I'm also from Norman and go to the same High School as Isabel. I'm a Junior though," Braedon said, "and the music I listen to is mostly rap. I like Ja Rule, Eminem, and Ludacris. My favorite drink is Cherry Coke and my hobbies are basketball and my drums. What about you Lizzie?" He asked as he turned to face her.
Lizzie decided it was her turn to spill, "I'm from California and I used to go to Hillridge Junior High, but I'm a sophmore too. I go to the High School there with Gordo. I listen to acoustic guitar stuff, like American Football and Incubus, but I like BWitched too." Lizzie said while looking at Isabel, "My favorite drink is a Shirley Temple and my hobbies are shopping, hanging out with friends, dancing, and singing. Your turn Gordo."
"I'm from California and go to school, as a Sophmore, with Lizzie, and I listen to the same stuff as Lizzie and pretty much have known her since I was born. Something different between us is that I like Dashboard Confessional too." Gordo said sighing, "My hobbies are hanging with Miranda and Lizzie, making fun of Ethan. I play electric guitar, acoustic guitar, drum set, and keyboard. Oh-and I like reciting songs." After he said the last comment, Lizzie turned bright red.
Lizzie broke the uncomfortable silence, "Were you kidnapped by those two thugs too?"
Isabel and Braedon looked at each other, "Yes." They said in complete misery and unison.
Gordo looked from Lizzie to Isabel to Braedon, "Do you have any idea where we are?"
"You couldn't tell?" Isabel asked.
"Well," Lizzie said hesitantly, "We're not from around here. All we can tell is that we're in the mountains somewhere."
"The Ouachita Mountains." Braedon said with a cruel laugh, "In Arkansas."
[HeHe I sentence them to the middle of Bumkin-ville HAHAHAHAHAHA-I thought it was funny . . . silence]