A/N: Morbidity: Thank you so much for your review! It truly meant a lot to
me;
especially with all of those 'really's, lol. I suppose I do foreshadow a
bit too much,
but in some cases, I need to, to make Gordo and Lizzie's surroundings
easier to understand.
I'm sorry for the late update, everyone! I've had a hectic couple of weeks;
my grandmother was in the
hospital and all, so I've been quite busy. Anyway, here's Chapter Three;
ENJOY!
Ciao for now_Deanna
P.S.- The Lizzie McGuire Movie was absolutely awesome!! *Claps* ^_^
Dark Secrets: A Legacy Of Lies
Chapter Three
If you were traveling up the Chesapeake Bay, you would enter a big and wide river mouth of the Sycamore and head in a northeasterly direction. One the right, you would see a large creek named Wist, and the creek that was up a little more was called Oyster. Wisteria sits between them, nearly surrounded by water.
Honestly, I couldn't understand a word that Gordo was saying. He was smart, though, so I gave myself credit for at least understanding that. I'd wondered how he learned so much about Wisteria, when I could hardly even spell the damned name. Where does Gordo keep all of that useless-but- valuable-at-the-same-time information at? No one's brain could possibly be large enough; or could it? Perhaps Gordo was special in that way. He was special in many ways, and in traveling with him during these long, tiring three hours in Ginny's sation wagon, I was beginning to realize a new side of Gordo that I have never seen before.
As if reading my mind, Ginny boasted, "My, what an extended learning criteria you have in that brain of yours, David!"
Gordo sighed. "Thanks. It sort of runs in my family."
I wish it ran in my family, I thought meekly. Of course, my parents were very intelligent people; it was Matt I was worried about. But I didn't want to think about an agitating brother right now. All that I wanted to do was curl up in the trunk of Ginny's station wagon and promise myself never to come out.
"Ginny," I started, summoning the will that was left inside of me to finish, "what's Grandmother like?"
Ginny let out a tiny sneeze, then countered with, "Uh, well, she's different. Can't argue with her being different, that's for sure."
"Different how?" Gordo asked, seeming ever-so-surprisingly interested in our conversation once more.
Ginny laughed. "You two don't live in a small neighborhood, do you?"
Gordo and I shook our heads, even though Ginny couldn't see us through her dusty rear view mirror. "Well, it's like a real big family living inside one house. They can be helpful at times, and then they can be real nasty to eachother for no apparent reason at all. That personality fits your grandmother. Greatly."
She still hadn't answered Gordo's question on how she was different from the rest of the Wisteria residents, but I did come to one conclusion: she was not the town's all around favorite.
"Hey, look, there's my shop! Laterdaze," Ginny gleamed, pointing her meaty finger out the window. "I just love vintage."
I laughed nervously. We came to a small dirt path that wound into a private road. As we neared a section of double-rowed trees, I saw traces of sloping grey roofs and cement chimneys; four to be exact.
"This driveway will loop into the back wing of the house," Ginny said. "It's huge; you can't miss it."
Now that I was finally here, I looked forward on spending two weeks with a relative that I could never really relate to at all. How much of a nightmare could a little old woman be?
Ginny circled the house and parked in the front. As Gordo made his way through the boxes and the vintage clothes, he circled around to Ginny's window.
"Thanks, Ginny, for driving us."
I couldn't pay attention to him. I couldn't pay attention to anything at that moment. I dropped my suitcases in shock as I stood near the door. That door. This house.
It was the one in my dreams; and this time, the door swung wide open.
P.S.- The Lizzie McGuire Movie was absolutely awesome!! *Claps* ^_^
Dark Secrets: A Legacy Of Lies
Chapter Three
If you were traveling up the Chesapeake Bay, you would enter a big and wide river mouth of the Sycamore and head in a northeasterly direction. One the right, you would see a large creek named Wist, and the creek that was up a little more was called Oyster. Wisteria sits between them, nearly surrounded by water.
Honestly, I couldn't understand a word that Gordo was saying. He was smart, though, so I gave myself credit for at least understanding that. I'd wondered how he learned so much about Wisteria, when I could hardly even spell the damned name. Where does Gordo keep all of that useless-but- valuable-at-the-same-time information at? No one's brain could possibly be large enough; or could it? Perhaps Gordo was special in that way. He was special in many ways, and in traveling with him during these long, tiring three hours in Ginny's sation wagon, I was beginning to realize a new side of Gordo that I have never seen before.
As if reading my mind, Ginny boasted, "My, what an extended learning criteria you have in that brain of yours, David!"
Gordo sighed. "Thanks. It sort of runs in my family."
I wish it ran in my family, I thought meekly. Of course, my parents were very intelligent people; it was Matt I was worried about. But I didn't want to think about an agitating brother right now. All that I wanted to do was curl up in the trunk of Ginny's station wagon and promise myself never to come out.
"Ginny," I started, summoning the will that was left inside of me to finish, "what's Grandmother like?"
Ginny let out a tiny sneeze, then countered with, "Uh, well, she's different. Can't argue with her being different, that's for sure."
"Different how?" Gordo asked, seeming ever-so-surprisingly interested in our conversation once more.
Ginny laughed. "You two don't live in a small neighborhood, do you?"
Gordo and I shook our heads, even though Ginny couldn't see us through her dusty rear view mirror. "Well, it's like a real big family living inside one house. They can be helpful at times, and then they can be real nasty to eachother for no apparent reason at all. That personality fits your grandmother. Greatly."
She still hadn't answered Gordo's question on how she was different from the rest of the Wisteria residents, but I did come to one conclusion: she was not the town's all around favorite.
"Hey, look, there's my shop! Laterdaze," Ginny gleamed, pointing her meaty finger out the window. "I just love vintage."
I laughed nervously. We came to a small dirt path that wound into a private road. As we neared a section of double-rowed trees, I saw traces of sloping grey roofs and cement chimneys; four to be exact.
"This driveway will loop into the back wing of the house," Ginny said. "It's huge; you can't miss it."
Now that I was finally here, I looked forward on spending two weeks with a relative that I could never really relate to at all. How much of a nightmare could a little old woman be?
Ginny circled the house and parked in the front. As Gordo made his way through the boxes and the vintage clothes, he circled around to Ginny's window.
"Thanks, Ginny, for driving us."
I couldn't pay attention to him. I couldn't pay attention to anything at that moment. I dropped my suitcases in shock as I stood near the door. That door. This house.
It was the one in my dreams; and this time, the door swung wide open.
