Okay I own Kione, Nigol, Isabel, Braedon, and Arion (he's new this chapter), otherwise, I don't own anything . . .
My World
Chapter 10 Fresh Arkansas Air
Braedon and Gordo were having a talk about the songs with the best drum beats in it when Isabel fell asleep on Braedon's shoulder. She wasn't snoring or drooling so nobody really minded or said anything.
Suddenly Lizzie thought about what time it was, "Hey-We got here late-afternoon on Christmas-around 5:30 and we've been in here ever since. What time was it when you were caught and what time did you get here?"
"Well," Braedon started, "We got captured on Christmas at about 7:30. We got here on the 26th at about 3 o'clock in the morning."
"We were at the Digital Bean, the teenage coffehouse in town, when we were captured around 9:30 on Christmas Eve. First, they picked up Lizzie and my friend Miranda and Matt and I had to just sit there and watch because the other man had his gun out. Suddenly the guy noticed me staring at him and threw Miranda down on the hard tile floor and picked me up. When he left, with our feet kicking in the air, Miranda was unconcious." Gordo added silently, I hope she's okay.
Miranda drifted in and out of sleep all night. The only dream she remembered having was a nightmare. She was dreaming that Lizzie and Gordo were killed and then she woke up, but the nightmare had only begun. Before they were killed, at the age of 19, they were happy in the city they had been sent to, Chicago. Even after they had been let go, they stayed in the glorious city with shimmering lights. Miranda had woke up crying her tears silently at first then her breathing came out in short gasps and she was sobbing. Matt heard her and came over to her couch across the room. She was still lying down so he just rubbed her free arm. The other arm was steadily wiping tears away.
"Miranda? What happened? What's wrong?" He knew he sounded alarmed, but he hated seeing her liked this and he felt helpless.
Miranda mumbled hesitantly, "Just a nightmare."
Matt was probing, gently, but forcfully, "What did it have in it? Lizzie and Gordo?"
She nodded, "They were happy in Chicago and didn't want to come back home. They were shot by robbers at the age of 19. Three years after they were kidnapped!"
She was sitting up, so Matt pulled her close, "Lizzie's probably homesick by now and the last time she saw you, you were unconcious, so something tells me, she wants to come home." Matt liked holding Miranda, but he hoped their new-found-bond didn't "disappear" when Lizzie and Gordo showed up again, he didn't know if he could handle that.
Kione let them out of their cupboard to meet the boy captured last night. He let them go out back and get some fresh air but watched them with a gun in his hand the entire time.
Isabel spoke first, to break the ice, "I love the smell of fresh air."
"Fresh Arkansas Air" Braedon corrected instantly as he and Gordo went to talk about something real quick.
"So," Braedon started hesitantly then moved ahead, looking over at Gordo, "Are you and Lizzie, um, going out or anything?"
"No, not really . . . " Gordo said looking at his feet then met the other young man's gaze, "We're just friends for now."
"Great because she is looking really good right now . . . " Braedon said and he sounded just like Ethan Craft to Gordo.
"I thought you and Isabel had something going on." Gordo said getting angrier at every word said from Braedon.
"We are. But She doesn't have to know." Braedon finished arrogantly.
"How would she not know? She's the only girl around for Lizzie to talk to! She's going to tell her everything, not to mention the only time you have to do anything with Lizzie is when we're ALL in the room together." Gordo said, knowing Lizzie to well, and still getting mad.
"Well," Braedon said, getting angry at Gordo, "We'll just have to change that, won't we? I'll find a way around it."
MEANWHILE . . .
Isabel and Lizzie go to meet the newest 'member of their club.' Lizzie sat on the right of the young man and said, "My name is Elizabeth, but please call me Lizzie."
"I'm Isabel but everyone calls me Belle." Isabel said extending a hand.
They shook hands and then he told them his name, "I'm Arion." He said as Braedon and Gordo came over, Gordo looked mad, Lizzie realized by looking at him;she wanted to find out why.
"Well, Arion," Braedon said while draping his arm around Isabel, "I'm Braedon."
"I'm David Gordon, but I hate David so everyone calls me Gordo." He said as he sat down next to Lizzie, "What are your hobbies? Where are you from? What music do you listen to? What's your favorite drink? You know just your 4-1-1."
"Well, I'm from Chicago and I'm a sophmore in the High School there. I like to sketch or draw stuff," He said as Isabel's eyes twinkled and were glued to him, "My parents are divorced, and I'm mostly a loner. My favorite drink is Vanilla Coke, oh-and I listen to ACDC, Poison, and Bon Jovi, things like that."
Braedon had a thought, "Where were you when you were captured? I mean they," He gestured to Gordo and Lizzie, "were at some teenage coffeehouse in California and we," He said as he pointed to him and Isabel, "were in the park in Norman, Oklahoma."
"Considering I was captured this morning, I was at the donut-shop picking up a pack of donuts for my mom." He shook his head as he remembered why his mom wanted the donuts, to give to some new boyfriend for breakfast. "So, I don't know much about you, except your names so, what are your hobbies? What is your favorite drink? What kind of music do you listen too?"
Gordo started, "My hobbies are playing the electric guitar, acoustic guitar, drum set, keyboard, and singing in a band with Lizzie's little brother and my two best friends, oh-and the most fun one is making fun of Ethan Craft. My favorite drink is Root Beer, and my music is stuff like Avril Lavigne, Foo Fighters, and Dashboard Confessional."
"My hobbies are," Braedon started and looked at Gordo, "drums, and basketball. Um, my drink is Cherry Coke and the music is Ludacris, Nelly, Ja Rule, and Eminem."
"Well," Lizzie said after a few moments of silence and glancing at Isabel, "hobbies are singing, dancing, hanging with Miranda and Gordo, and arguing with my little brother. My music is basically the same as Gordo's, but I like BWitched and stuff too. My fave drink is Dr. Pepper."
"Um," Isabel started, "My favorite hobby is painting. My favorite drink is Vanilla Coke, and my music is Shakira and BWitched, you know foreign artists." Her and Arion made eye contact and didn't realize Lizzie and Gordo got up to talk on thier own.
My World
Chapter 10 Fresh Arkansas Air
Braedon and Gordo were having a talk about the songs with the best drum beats in it when Isabel fell asleep on Braedon's shoulder. She wasn't snoring or drooling so nobody really minded or said anything.
Suddenly Lizzie thought about what time it was, "Hey-We got here late-afternoon on Christmas-around 5:30 and we've been in here ever since. What time was it when you were caught and what time did you get here?"
"Well," Braedon started, "We got captured on Christmas at about 7:30. We got here on the 26th at about 3 o'clock in the morning."
"We were at the Digital Bean, the teenage coffehouse in town, when we were captured around 9:30 on Christmas Eve. First, they picked up Lizzie and my friend Miranda and Matt and I had to just sit there and watch because the other man had his gun out. Suddenly the guy noticed me staring at him and threw Miranda down on the hard tile floor and picked me up. When he left, with our feet kicking in the air, Miranda was unconcious." Gordo added silently, I hope she's okay.
Miranda drifted in and out of sleep all night. The only dream she remembered having was a nightmare. She was dreaming that Lizzie and Gordo were killed and then she woke up, but the nightmare had only begun. Before they were killed, at the age of 19, they were happy in the city they had been sent to, Chicago. Even after they had been let go, they stayed in the glorious city with shimmering lights. Miranda had woke up crying her tears silently at first then her breathing came out in short gasps and she was sobbing. Matt heard her and came over to her couch across the room. She was still lying down so he just rubbed her free arm. The other arm was steadily wiping tears away.
"Miranda? What happened? What's wrong?" He knew he sounded alarmed, but he hated seeing her liked this and he felt helpless.
Miranda mumbled hesitantly, "Just a nightmare."
Matt was probing, gently, but forcfully, "What did it have in it? Lizzie and Gordo?"
She nodded, "They were happy in Chicago and didn't want to come back home. They were shot by robbers at the age of 19. Three years after they were kidnapped!"
She was sitting up, so Matt pulled her close, "Lizzie's probably homesick by now and the last time she saw you, you were unconcious, so something tells me, she wants to come home." Matt liked holding Miranda, but he hoped their new-found-bond didn't "disappear" when Lizzie and Gordo showed up again, he didn't know if he could handle that.
Kione let them out of their cupboard to meet the boy captured last night. He let them go out back and get some fresh air but watched them with a gun in his hand the entire time.
Isabel spoke first, to break the ice, "I love the smell of fresh air."
"Fresh Arkansas Air" Braedon corrected instantly as he and Gordo went to talk about something real quick.
"So," Braedon started hesitantly then moved ahead, looking over at Gordo, "Are you and Lizzie, um, going out or anything?"
"No, not really . . . " Gordo said looking at his feet then met the other young man's gaze, "We're just friends for now."
"Great because she is looking really good right now . . . " Braedon said and he sounded just like Ethan Craft to Gordo.
"I thought you and Isabel had something going on." Gordo said getting angrier at every word said from Braedon.
"We are. But She doesn't have to know." Braedon finished arrogantly.
"How would she not know? She's the only girl around for Lizzie to talk to! She's going to tell her everything, not to mention the only time you have to do anything with Lizzie is when we're ALL in the room together." Gordo said, knowing Lizzie to well, and still getting mad.
"Well," Braedon said, getting angry at Gordo, "We'll just have to change that, won't we? I'll find a way around it."
MEANWHILE . . .
Isabel and Lizzie go to meet the newest 'member of their club.' Lizzie sat on the right of the young man and said, "My name is Elizabeth, but please call me Lizzie."
"I'm Isabel but everyone calls me Belle." Isabel said extending a hand.
They shook hands and then he told them his name, "I'm Arion." He said as Braedon and Gordo came over, Gordo looked mad, Lizzie realized by looking at him;she wanted to find out why.
"Well, Arion," Braedon said while draping his arm around Isabel, "I'm Braedon."
"I'm David Gordon, but I hate David so everyone calls me Gordo." He said as he sat down next to Lizzie, "What are your hobbies? Where are you from? What music do you listen to? What's your favorite drink? You know just your 4-1-1."
"Well, I'm from Chicago and I'm a sophmore in the High School there. I like to sketch or draw stuff," He said as Isabel's eyes twinkled and were glued to him, "My parents are divorced, and I'm mostly a loner. My favorite drink is Vanilla Coke, oh-and I listen to ACDC, Poison, and Bon Jovi, things like that."
Braedon had a thought, "Where were you when you were captured? I mean they," He gestured to Gordo and Lizzie, "were at some teenage coffeehouse in California and we," He said as he pointed to him and Isabel, "were in the park in Norman, Oklahoma."
"Considering I was captured this morning, I was at the donut-shop picking up a pack of donuts for my mom." He shook his head as he remembered why his mom wanted the donuts, to give to some new boyfriend for breakfast. "So, I don't know much about you, except your names so, what are your hobbies? What is your favorite drink? What kind of music do you listen too?"
Gordo started, "My hobbies are playing the electric guitar, acoustic guitar, drum set, keyboard, and singing in a band with Lizzie's little brother and my two best friends, oh-and the most fun one is making fun of Ethan Craft. My favorite drink is Root Beer, and my music is stuff like Avril Lavigne, Foo Fighters, and Dashboard Confessional."
"My hobbies are," Braedon started and looked at Gordo, "drums, and basketball. Um, my drink is Cherry Coke and the music is Ludacris, Nelly, Ja Rule, and Eminem."
"Well," Lizzie said after a few moments of silence and glancing at Isabel, "hobbies are singing, dancing, hanging with Miranda and Gordo, and arguing with my little brother. My music is basically the same as Gordo's, but I like BWitched and stuff too. My fave drink is Dr. Pepper."
"Um," Isabel started, "My favorite hobby is painting. My favorite drink is Vanilla Coke, and my music is Shakira and BWitched, you know foreign artists." Her and Arion made eye contact and didn't realize Lizzie and Gordo got up to talk on thier own.