A/N: I hope this story turns out the way that I wanted it to. Actually,
it's my first one, so I don't know what everyone will think of it -
hopefully something good! ^_^; I'm making this story out to be kind of
Supernatural/Angst. Sorry to say that I won't be using Miranda in this
story as much as I had planned, but I think it will turn out well; I'll
leave that for you to decide!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire, although, I'm begging Disney like crazy . .
Dark Secrets: A Legacy Of Lies
Prologue
Curious, I strode towards it. It had been standing there - cold, grey, and untouched for what seemed like nearly a decade. Its long, old-fashioned lettering had indicated that the person who was buried underneath of it had been of an early age. It was almost as if I could feel what those letters were trying to say to me; like a realm of unspoken words through a midst of code-lettering.
'Code lettering'?
That's absurd, I thought to myself. Letters on a gravestone do not have code-lettering. But I was wrong. Gently, ever so gently, I bent down, tracing my gloved finger along the dark and lonely engravements.
Avril Scarborough : 1967-1983.
Did she have any idea that she would die so young? Did she have any idea at all?
No, of course not. No one knows when they're going to die. I could feel the soles of my feet getting tired from supporting my weight. Standing up from the ground, I didn't take my eyes off of that gravestone. A wave of nausea had washed over me, and I could feel that suddenly, but ever so softly, a single teardrop was cascading down my pinkened face.
The evening's wind closed in on the grave and I, sending a haunting chill down the back of my spine. Pulling my coat up to the middle of my cheeks, I could feel the single tear that was still lingering on my face battle against the howling voices of the gentle breeze.
Plastering on a warming smile, acting as if nothing had ever happened, I made my way towards the night-stricken house, where I knew that Gordo and Nanna would be waiting for me.
A/N: Well, how did you like it? This is my first attempt on writing a Lizzie McGuire story; can you tell? ^-^; Anyway, ideas, criticism, and REVIEWS are always welcome. If I get some reviews, I'll know whether to continue with my story or not. Until then - Arrivederci!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire, although, I'm begging Disney like crazy . .
Dark Secrets: A Legacy Of Lies
Prologue
Curious, I strode towards it. It had been standing there - cold, grey, and untouched for what seemed like nearly a decade. Its long, old-fashioned lettering had indicated that the person who was buried underneath of it had been of an early age. It was almost as if I could feel what those letters were trying to say to me; like a realm of unspoken words through a midst of code-lettering.
'Code lettering'?
That's absurd, I thought to myself. Letters on a gravestone do not have code-lettering. But I was wrong. Gently, ever so gently, I bent down, tracing my gloved finger along the dark and lonely engravements.
Avril Scarborough : 1967-1983.
Did she have any idea that she would die so young? Did she have any idea at all?
No, of course not. No one knows when they're going to die. I could feel the soles of my feet getting tired from supporting my weight. Standing up from the ground, I didn't take my eyes off of that gravestone. A wave of nausea had washed over me, and I could feel that suddenly, but ever so softly, a single teardrop was cascading down my pinkened face.
The evening's wind closed in on the grave and I, sending a haunting chill down the back of my spine. Pulling my coat up to the middle of my cheeks, I could feel the single tear that was still lingering on my face battle against the howling voices of the gentle breeze.
Plastering on a warming smile, acting as if nothing had ever happened, I made my way towards the night-stricken house, where I knew that Gordo and Nanna would be waiting for me.
A/N: Well, how did you like it? This is my first attempt on writing a Lizzie McGuire story; can you tell? ^-^; Anyway, ideas, criticism, and REVIEWS are always welcome. If I get some reviews, I'll know whether to continue with my story or not. Until then - Arrivederci!
