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recognize. I do own the characters that you don't recognize.
A/N~ Sorry it took so long to put up the second chapter! Thanks to my reviewers: sugarrushbabe, hip-hoppa 12, MissAngel, Aiya, and KT the Shimmer Skank!
Chapter Summary: Ethan's childhood from ages 2-5.
Chapter Two
Ethan remembered being two. Most fourteen-year-olds would not remember that far back, but Ethan's memory was better than most peoples. Ethan was happy at two years old. He lived with his mom and dad in a small town in Idaho. It was the kind of town where everyone knew everybody else.
Ethan's father was rich. He wrote books for a living and many of his titles were top-sellers. When he wasn't too busy, Mr. Craft would let Ethan turn his computer on since Ethan loved pushing buttons.
Ethan's mother was perfect. She had shoulder length blonde hair and fair skin. Her eyes were soft and light. She always smelled like raspberries, which were Ethan's favorite fruit. She was always there to read Ethan stories and tuck him in at night. During the day when his father was working, Mrs. Craft, whose name was Elizabeth, would sit with Ethan and play with him. She took him to the park and the zoo. She loved her son more than life itself.
The one thing that Elizabeth wanted more than anything else was a big family. But a few months after was born tragedy struck . . . Elizabeth was diagnosed with Leukemia. She spent three grueling months on chemotherapy. After those three months she achieved remission, but sadly she was no longer able to have children. To make up for this, Elizabeth spoiled Ethan like crazy. He was the world to her.
And she was the world to Ethan. She was always there for him, but what he needed was a father. Mr. Craft, also known as John, was working constantly was very different from most workaholic parents. While most of them are never home. John was *always* home. Only, he was always in his office writing his books.
So Ethan spent most of his time going to new places with his mother, and some days he would play with his neighbors. Although he wasn't close to his father he was still a happy little boy.
As Ethan got older he began spending less time with his mother and more time with his friends. But he always came home to a hug and a warm smile. And from time to time Elizabeth would take Ethan to see a movie, or to the children's museum. He was still a happy child.
Once, when Ethan was five years old he awoke in the middle of the night with a bad dream. He dreamt about ghosts chasing him around his dark house and Ethan could not find his parents. When Ethan woke up his room was pitch black and he could not stop imagining the ghosts. He began shaking uncontrollably. He wanted to run to his parent's room but he was too scared to get out of his bed. He silently began to cry. Moments later Elizabeth walked into Ethan's room to check on him only to find her son scared and crying.
She sat on the edge of his bed and gathered Ethan into her arms where he began to sob uncontrollably. She rubbed his back and whispered soothing words until Ethan's cries calmed down to the occasional whimper. After a few minutes he started falling asleep. Elizabeth tucked him back in and kissed his forehead.
"Don't leave me, mommy," Ethan whispered softly yet urgently.
Elizabeth's heart melted and she smiled. She took both of Ethan's tiny hands into one of hers and with the other one she gently caressed his forehead.
"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart," she promised, "I'm never going to leave you."
And for the rest of that night, she didn't.
A/N~ So how was it?? My next chapter will cover Ethan through ages 6-9. Once he turns twelve the Lizzie McGuire characters will be involved. That'll be in two to three chapters. I hope everyone liked that chapter! Please read and review!
A/N~ Sorry it took so long to put up the second chapter! Thanks to my reviewers: sugarrushbabe, hip-hoppa 12, MissAngel, Aiya, and KT the Shimmer Skank!
Chapter Summary: Ethan's childhood from ages 2-5.
Chapter Two
Ethan remembered being two. Most fourteen-year-olds would not remember that far back, but Ethan's memory was better than most peoples. Ethan was happy at two years old. He lived with his mom and dad in a small town in Idaho. It was the kind of town where everyone knew everybody else.
Ethan's father was rich. He wrote books for a living and many of his titles were top-sellers. When he wasn't too busy, Mr. Craft would let Ethan turn his computer on since Ethan loved pushing buttons.
Ethan's mother was perfect. She had shoulder length blonde hair and fair skin. Her eyes were soft and light. She always smelled like raspberries, which were Ethan's favorite fruit. She was always there to read Ethan stories and tuck him in at night. During the day when his father was working, Mrs. Craft, whose name was Elizabeth, would sit with Ethan and play with him. She took him to the park and the zoo. She loved her son more than life itself.
The one thing that Elizabeth wanted more than anything else was a big family. But a few months after was born tragedy struck . . . Elizabeth was diagnosed with Leukemia. She spent three grueling months on chemotherapy. After those three months she achieved remission, but sadly she was no longer able to have children. To make up for this, Elizabeth spoiled Ethan like crazy. He was the world to her.
And she was the world to Ethan. She was always there for him, but what he needed was a father. Mr. Craft, also known as John, was working constantly was very different from most workaholic parents. While most of them are never home. John was *always* home. Only, he was always in his office writing his books.
So Ethan spent most of his time going to new places with his mother, and some days he would play with his neighbors. Although he wasn't close to his father he was still a happy little boy.
As Ethan got older he began spending less time with his mother and more time with his friends. But he always came home to a hug and a warm smile. And from time to time Elizabeth would take Ethan to see a movie, or to the children's museum. He was still a happy child.
Once, when Ethan was five years old he awoke in the middle of the night with a bad dream. He dreamt about ghosts chasing him around his dark house and Ethan could not find his parents. When Ethan woke up his room was pitch black and he could not stop imagining the ghosts. He began shaking uncontrollably. He wanted to run to his parent's room but he was too scared to get out of his bed. He silently began to cry. Moments later Elizabeth walked into Ethan's room to check on him only to find her son scared and crying.
She sat on the edge of his bed and gathered Ethan into her arms where he began to sob uncontrollably. She rubbed his back and whispered soothing words until Ethan's cries calmed down to the occasional whimper. After a few minutes he started falling asleep. Elizabeth tucked him back in and kissed his forehead.
"Don't leave me, mommy," Ethan whispered softly yet urgently.
Elizabeth's heart melted and she smiled. She took both of Ethan's tiny hands into one of hers and with the other one she gently caressed his forehead.
"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart," she promised, "I'm never going to leave you."
And for the rest of that night, she didn't.
A/N~ So how was it?? My next chapter will cover Ethan through ages 6-9. Once he turns twelve the Lizzie McGuire characters will be involved. That'll be in two to three chapters. I hope everyone liked that chapter! Please read and review!