A/N: Just when you thought I would probably never update this story. I have
not only been terribly busy, but I have had an extraordinary breakthrough.
First of all, I took down chapter eight of my other story because I decided
I must have been on something horrible when I wrote that because it was
awful, so I am redoing that chapter in case you are wondering. Anyway, I
decided I would write a chapter for this one so I can say I contributed
something for the month of November. I hope you like it, and please review
this story and my other one. I will try and put another chapter in soon.
Thank you.
This chapter is dedicated to my sister because her birthday was this month. Have a wonderful 18th year.
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
Chapter 24: Poor Unfortunate Souls
20 June 2002
All Hell might just break through the door sometime soon, and let me tell you of all people its about to happen to, it had to happen to one of the nicest people I know.
Okay, I guess I will start from the beginning, or where I left off, because they are pretty near the same places in time. Anyway, we were all on the bus on our way to the museum where The statue of David is placed. Lucy is giving us a little history of it. Michelangelo sculpted it in 1504 Blah, blah, blah. I guess it was useful information and we were all taking it in when all of the sudden, Lucy says something about the 'proportions of the statue not being exact because certain parts of the body were smaller than others because Michelangelo didn't want people staring at its you- know- what plus that is how most statues are done anyway. Anyway, this for some reason, caused some of the people, mostly boys, to laugh and be all immature about it. Most of the people I was around were either not paying attention or not saying anything.
So, I mean you are probably wondering why I bothered to say that information, but it has something to do with the whole thing. But it won't make sense unless I tell you. Anyway, so we get to the museum and there is this massive line at the entrance, so we are outside waiting. Now, there is writing on the wall that is distasteful from mostly Americans, as well as names and stuff, but it is mostly a given that we are not supposed to write on the wall. I don't. Gordo doesn't. Miranda doesn't. Anna doesn't. Sarah doesn't. Brian doesn't. Most people don't write anything, but somebody does.
David does.
David did a horrible thing. And when I say David, I am not saying the statue David, but the David on our trip. Sarah's David. And what he writes is not too flattering. In fact, it is repulsive. But it wasn't David and only David who did it, but other people who were hanging out with him.
Anna, Sarah, Miranda and I were hanging out and talking and reading the messages on the wall and laughing at them. I don't know about the rest of the guys, but Gordo was in Gordoland, just mesmerized by the whole outside, mostly filming stuff. (He felt guilty because he hadn't filmed anything since the airport barely.) Anyway, so we were all just there, when we heard laughter coming from some boys in our group ahead of us. Interested in what was going on, we looked up and saw David holding a Sharpie with some other boys behind him. Sarah noticed David was up there, so she walked up toward him, with the intention of seeing what he was writing.
Miranda, Anna, and I watched her as she went from curious to sad to mad all in one minute. After she yelled at David for a long time, she came back. All David and the people he was with did was laugh as the watched her cry. Sarah was still crying.
Lizzie: Are you okay? What happened?
Sarah: I.hate David.
Miranda: What did he write?
Sarah: David wrote "That David might be small, but this David is huge." And "Sarah has a nice ass."
Lizzie: That is horrible.
Sarah: Oh, but that is not all. The reason they were laughing was because "Sarah has a nice ass," was changed to "Sarah is an ass." David changed it.
Anna: That is awful. What did you say to him?
Sarah: Oh, that he is full of himself and that I am fed up with him. He really can be a jerk sometimes.
Anna: What did he say?
Sarah: Well, you saw him with those guys. He was laughing and trying to impress them.
Anna: You could tell someone and get him in trouble.
Sarah: I am too embarrassed to tell anyone. I hate David. David can be really immature sometimes.
Lizzie: Has he ever done anything like this before?
Sarah: Not that I know of, but I am not about to tolerate it even once. Why does he have to act so stupid?
Anna: I definitely agree. Male hormones really confuse me.
Sarah: Yeah, well at least your boyfriend isn't writing stuff about you on a wall and laughing about it.
Anna: True. Well, I think you did the right thing by telling him off.
We walked up in the line to the place it all was written.
Sarah: God! I can't even look at it.
Miranda: Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think I read somewhere that they repaint these walls every few months, so it won't be published forever.
Sarah: It is not that that I am mad about, but right now, I can't stand David Carter. If I really wanted revenge I would have it, but I am not about to stoop to his level.
Lizzie: So, you are just going to let him get away with nothing.
Sarah: No. I am so mad at him, though. This might just have to be the end of our relationship for good.
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We made it into the museum after a few minutes and looked at the multiple statues and paintings. I was standing alone just staring at the Marble statue of David when Gordo walked up to me.
Gordo: Hey, Lizzie. What's up?
Lizzie: *sigh * oh nothing. I am just thinking.
Gordo: Thinking? About what?
Lizzie: Well, truthfully, about David and Goliath.
Gordo: Ah. That is a good story. What makes you think of that?
I looked at Gordo and then pointed at the statue.
Gordo: Well, I meant, why are you thinking about that story and seeing so depressed.
I sat down at a nearby bench and Gordo followed.
Lizzie: I don't know. I have had a lot on my mind lately, us coming back in two days and I have done so much.
Gordo: And this makes you think of David because. . .
Lizzie: Well, have you seen David lately?
Gordo: Lizzie, David is dead.
Lizzie: I mean the other David. David Carter.
Gordo: Oh him. I think I saw him at the museum with a bunch of people I am not too familiar with. Why?
Lizzie: Oh, it's just that he did an awful thing to Sarah and I have a feeling that an argument is going to happen between Sarah and David. I am wondering what the outcome will be. In this situation, Sarah is the biblical David and David is Goliath because David is the big, strong, and stupid jerk yet Sarah is petite, but she is strong in that she is smart and knows all of David's weak spots. I only have this to assume, but they have known each other for a long time. That is the only connection there is.
Gordo: What was it that David did?
I explained in a nutshell what happened outside with the wall.
Gordo: That is stupid of him. Sarah doesn't deserve him if he does that.
Lizzie: I know. Sarah is one of the nicest people I know and David acted like a huge jerk.
Gordo: Yeah he did. I wonder what provoked him to do that. I mean I know his peers pressured him, but he should have had the sense to back down and . . . I mean Sarah is his girlfriend.
Lizzie: I know. It was stupid of him, and Sarah isn't showing it, but she is really angry. I think she is going to have an argument with him.
Gordo: Why do you say that?
Lizzie: I just have a feeling that all hell is going to break loose. I love Sarah as a friend and all, but I really don't want to be there when it does.
Gordo: Well, that is understandable. Well, things will resolve for the better. Sarah and David obviously need some time away from each other.
Lizzie: I agree.
Lucy: I hate to interrupt, but we are leaving for dinner, so come on.
So we left the museum. It was closing anyway. We were eating an early dinner.
So, on the way to dinner, Miranda, Anna, and I gathered with Sarah to cope with her still upset crying self to comfort her.
Sarah: I am really embarrassed to be acting this way. I am sorry for being such a burden.
Anna: You are handling this better than I would be handling it. Then again, I don't know how I would handle it, so maybe I shouldn't handle it and let you handle it the way I would handle it if I were you.
Miranda: What?
We all laughed, including Sarah at Anna's choice of words.
Sarah: So what you are saying, Anna, is that if you were to handle what I am handling you would handle it differently, but if you knew how to better handle it, you would handle it the way I am handling it and not the way you would handle it?
Anna: Quite so, but then again you never know until you know and when you know what you know somehow you figure you will forget what you know and no longer know what you knew.
Miranda: Okay you can stop there. You are confusing me.
Well, that was amusing and at least it made Sarah laugh.
Dinner is going on, and Sarah is still angry, and what is most annoying is that David wants to talk to her, but she refuses to. I want peace and David is a jerk.
Lizzie
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I hope you like this. The argument will be in the next chapter.
This chapter is dedicated to my sister because her birthday was this month. Have a wonderful 18th year.
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
Chapter 24: Poor Unfortunate Souls
20 June 2002
All Hell might just break through the door sometime soon, and let me tell you of all people its about to happen to, it had to happen to one of the nicest people I know.
Okay, I guess I will start from the beginning, or where I left off, because they are pretty near the same places in time. Anyway, we were all on the bus on our way to the museum where The statue of David is placed. Lucy is giving us a little history of it. Michelangelo sculpted it in 1504 Blah, blah, blah. I guess it was useful information and we were all taking it in when all of the sudden, Lucy says something about the 'proportions of the statue not being exact because certain parts of the body were smaller than others because Michelangelo didn't want people staring at its you- know- what plus that is how most statues are done anyway. Anyway, this for some reason, caused some of the people, mostly boys, to laugh and be all immature about it. Most of the people I was around were either not paying attention or not saying anything.
So, I mean you are probably wondering why I bothered to say that information, but it has something to do with the whole thing. But it won't make sense unless I tell you. Anyway, so we get to the museum and there is this massive line at the entrance, so we are outside waiting. Now, there is writing on the wall that is distasteful from mostly Americans, as well as names and stuff, but it is mostly a given that we are not supposed to write on the wall. I don't. Gordo doesn't. Miranda doesn't. Anna doesn't. Sarah doesn't. Brian doesn't. Most people don't write anything, but somebody does.
David does.
David did a horrible thing. And when I say David, I am not saying the statue David, but the David on our trip. Sarah's David. And what he writes is not too flattering. In fact, it is repulsive. But it wasn't David and only David who did it, but other people who were hanging out with him.
Anna, Sarah, Miranda and I were hanging out and talking and reading the messages on the wall and laughing at them. I don't know about the rest of the guys, but Gordo was in Gordoland, just mesmerized by the whole outside, mostly filming stuff. (He felt guilty because he hadn't filmed anything since the airport barely.) Anyway, so we were all just there, when we heard laughter coming from some boys in our group ahead of us. Interested in what was going on, we looked up and saw David holding a Sharpie with some other boys behind him. Sarah noticed David was up there, so she walked up toward him, with the intention of seeing what he was writing.
Miranda, Anna, and I watched her as she went from curious to sad to mad all in one minute. After she yelled at David for a long time, she came back. All David and the people he was with did was laugh as the watched her cry. Sarah was still crying.
Lizzie: Are you okay? What happened?
Sarah: I.hate David.
Miranda: What did he write?
Sarah: David wrote "That David might be small, but this David is huge." And "Sarah has a nice ass."
Lizzie: That is horrible.
Sarah: Oh, but that is not all. The reason they were laughing was because "Sarah has a nice ass," was changed to "Sarah is an ass." David changed it.
Anna: That is awful. What did you say to him?
Sarah: Oh, that he is full of himself and that I am fed up with him. He really can be a jerk sometimes.
Anna: What did he say?
Sarah: Well, you saw him with those guys. He was laughing and trying to impress them.
Anna: You could tell someone and get him in trouble.
Sarah: I am too embarrassed to tell anyone. I hate David. David can be really immature sometimes.
Lizzie: Has he ever done anything like this before?
Sarah: Not that I know of, but I am not about to tolerate it even once. Why does he have to act so stupid?
Anna: I definitely agree. Male hormones really confuse me.
Sarah: Yeah, well at least your boyfriend isn't writing stuff about you on a wall and laughing about it.
Anna: True. Well, I think you did the right thing by telling him off.
We walked up in the line to the place it all was written.
Sarah: God! I can't even look at it.
Miranda: Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think I read somewhere that they repaint these walls every few months, so it won't be published forever.
Sarah: It is not that that I am mad about, but right now, I can't stand David Carter. If I really wanted revenge I would have it, but I am not about to stoop to his level.
Lizzie: So, you are just going to let him get away with nothing.
Sarah: No. I am so mad at him, though. This might just have to be the end of our relationship for good.
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We made it into the museum after a few minutes and looked at the multiple statues and paintings. I was standing alone just staring at the Marble statue of David when Gordo walked up to me.
Gordo: Hey, Lizzie. What's up?
Lizzie: *sigh * oh nothing. I am just thinking.
Gordo: Thinking? About what?
Lizzie: Well, truthfully, about David and Goliath.
Gordo: Ah. That is a good story. What makes you think of that?
I looked at Gordo and then pointed at the statue.
Gordo: Well, I meant, why are you thinking about that story and seeing so depressed.
I sat down at a nearby bench and Gordo followed.
Lizzie: I don't know. I have had a lot on my mind lately, us coming back in two days and I have done so much.
Gordo: And this makes you think of David because. . .
Lizzie: Well, have you seen David lately?
Gordo: Lizzie, David is dead.
Lizzie: I mean the other David. David Carter.
Gordo: Oh him. I think I saw him at the museum with a bunch of people I am not too familiar with. Why?
Lizzie: Oh, it's just that he did an awful thing to Sarah and I have a feeling that an argument is going to happen between Sarah and David. I am wondering what the outcome will be. In this situation, Sarah is the biblical David and David is Goliath because David is the big, strong, and stupid jerk yet Sarah is petite, but she is strong in that she is smart and knows all of David's weak spots. I only have this to assume, but they have known each other for a long time. That is the only connection there is.
Gordo: What was it that David did?
I explained in a nutshell what happened outside with the wall.
Gordo: That is stupid of him. Sarah doesn't deserve him if he does that.
Lizzie: I know. Sarah is one of the nicest people I know and David acted like a huge jerk.
Gordo: Yeah he did. I wonder what provoked him to do that. I mean I know his peers pressured him, but he should have had the sense to back down and . . . I mean Sarah is his girlfriend.
Lizzie: I know. It was stupid of him, and Sarah isn't showing it, but she is really angry. I think she is going to have an argument with him.
Gordo: Why do you say that?
Lizzie: I just have a feeling that all hell is going to break loose. I love Sarah as a friend and all, but I really don't want to be there when it does.
Gordo: Well, that is understandable. Well, things will resolve for the better. Sarah and David obviously need some time away from each other.
Lizzie: I agree.
Lucy: I hate to interrupt, but we are leaving for dinner, so come on.
So we left the museum. It was closing anyway. We were eating an early dinner.
So, on the way to dinner, Miranda, Anna, and I gathered with Sarah to cope with her still upset crying self to comfort her.
Sarah: I am really embarrassed to be acting this way. I am sorry for being such a burden.
Anna: You are handling this better than I would be handling it. Then again, I don't know how I would handle it, so maybe I shouldn't handle it and let you handle it the way I would handle it if I were you.
Miranda: What?
We all laughed, including Sarah at Anna's choice of words.
Sarah: So what you are saying, Anna, is that if you were to handle what I am handling you would handle it differently, but if you knew how to better handle it, you would handle it the way I am handling it and not the way you would handle it?
Anna: Quite so, but then again you never know until you know and when you know what you know somehow you figure you will forget what you know and no longer know what you knew.
Miranda: Okay you can stop there. You are confusing me.
Well, that was amusing and at least it made Sarah laugh.
Dinner is going on, and Sarah is still angry, and what is most annoying is that David wants to talk to her, but she refuses to. I want peace and David is a jerk.
Lizzie
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I hope you like this. The argument will be in the next chapter.