In The Best Interest--Liz's Story
Okay I'm redoing Liz's story...Go check out a story called RECURRENT PAST or I'll kill yah!
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Liz slowly walked through the halls of MD Roberts Middle School in Omaha, Nebraska. She had few friends because she rarely talked so there were no people calling out, "Yo, Liz!" like there once had.
She was a lanky, medium-highted girl who would look pretty if she took the time to do her hair or touch-up her face.
There was another strange thing about her, besides the fact that she walked around with her head hung low and her feet trudging across the floor.
She had not spoken a word in three years.
Her dad had left her mother and taken her three other siblings-John, 7, Ray, 16, and Louise, 3, leaving her with her depressed mother.
Liz didn't get it; she always thought she got along best with her dad, but she's the only one he didn't fight custody for?
Her mom hadn't been depressed in a long time, but she was usually mad at Liz for never speaking. She had tried to get boyfriends but Liz just stared at them like she was trying to bore a hole into them-it freaked most people out the way she acted like a zombie.
But while most viewed her as a pathetic freak, the only one who really knew her voice, her fifth-period language arts teacther Mr. Frank, viewed her as a prodigy. She had a beautiful writing style that would capture even the best writer's attention; even at her age. She often stayed after school with him and just wrote. They didn't talk usually, but occasionally she'd tell him what's up with her life.
She slowly walked home, ignoring the blank stares many people gave her from school who just wanted to know a little about the mysterious kid.
She got home and was met by her mom and one of her new boyfriends-one of the few that she'd actually liked.
Behind them was two of her bags. She looked blankly at them.
"Honey, humor me. Sya something!" her mom begged. Liz opened her mouth as if she were gonna start screaming, studied her mom and Zack's hopefully faces and muttered a, "something."
Her mom threw her hands up in exasperation and hugged Liz tightly. "Baby, what'd I ever do to you? Just tell me, please! I need to know so I can fix it!" she begged.
"You didn't do anything, mom," she spoke quietly. She felt bad for making her mom upset, but she didn't have the nerve to start talking. "We know, kid, it's just we want the best for you," Zack started reluctantly.
"We're sending you to a school in Canada, Lizzy," Zack continued, "we think it will really help you. It's in the mountains-it's beautiful."
"We're flying." her mom answered her unanswered question. "And Peter Scarbrow and one of the kids will be meeting us at the airport. We'll get there before most people so he can be there. Kristin or Cole or Scott or something," Zack finished.
Okay I'm redoing Liz's story...Go check out a story called RECURRENT PAST or I'll kill yah!
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Liz slowly walked through the halls of MD Roberts Middle School in Omaha, Nebraska. She had few friends because she rarely talked so there were no people calling out, "Yo, Liz!" like there once had.
She was a lanky, medium-highted girl who would look pretty if she took the time to do her hair or touch-up her face.
There was another strange thing about her, besides the fact that she walked around with her head hung low and her feet trudging across the floor.
She had not spoken a word in three years.
Her dad had left her mother and taken her three other siblings-John, 7, Ray, 16, and Louise, 3, leaving her with her depressed mother.
Liz didn't get it; she always thought she got along best with her dad, but she's the only one he didn't fight custody for?
Her mom hadn't been depressed in a long time, but she was usually mad at Liz for never speaking. She had tried to get boyfriends but Liz just stared at them like she was trying to bore a hole into them-it freaked most people out the way she acted like a zombie.
But while most viewed her as a pathetic freak, the only one who really knew her voice, her fifth-period language arts teacther Mr. Frank, viewed her as a prodigy. She had a beautiful writing style that would capture even the best writer's attention; even at her age. She often stayed after school with him and just wrote. They didn't talk usually, but occasionally she'd tell him what's up with her life.
She slowly walked home, ignoring the blank stares many people gave her from school who just wanted to know a little about the mysterious kid.
She got home and was met by her mom and one of her new boyfriends-one of the few that she'd actually liked.
Behind them was two of her bags. She looked blankly at them.
"Honey, humor me. Sya something!" her mom begged. Liz opened her mouth as if she were gonna start screaming, studied her mom and Zack's hopefully faces and muttered a, "something."
Her mom threw her hands up in exasperation and hugged Liz tightly. "Baby, what'd I ever do to you? Just tell me, please! I need to know so I can fix it!" she begged.
"You didn't do anything, mom," she spoke quietly. She felt bad for making her mom upset, but she didn't have the nerve to start talking. "We know, kid, it's just we want the best for you," Zack started reluctantly.
"We're sending you to a school in Canada, Lizzy," Zack continued, "we think it will really help you. It's in the mountains-it's beautiful."
"We're flying." her mom answered her unanswered question. "And Peter Scarbrow and one of the kids will be meeting us at the airport. We'll get there before most people so he can be there. Kristin or Cole or Scott or something," Zack finished.