A/N: Morbidity: Wow! I'm truly touched by your reviews; you're awesome! :D
I won't get discouraged if no one else says anything - your paragraphs will
get me going for sure! Although, I like long reviews - I like hearing what
people think of my story. Speaking of my story, I was currently in
Baltimore, near the Chesapeake Bay; I was thinking of some ideas while I
was there, and surprisingly, I came up with some! I'd made a few errors in
chapter three, but it's all fixed! :D *Kills typos* Anyway, keep 'em
coming, Morbidity! Thanks again. ^____^ *Hug*
P.S. - Did I mention how awesome the Lizzie McGuire Movie was? It totally crashed the thought of my story happening in the same summer, but hey, that's the beauty of fiction! ^_^
Okay, let the story go on!
Chapter Four
Dark Secrets: A Legacy Of Lies
"Well, what do you want?" a seemingly large woman asked. I hadn't pictured Grandmother looking like this. Had it even been her? No, it couldn't be. This woman's hair was red, with a touch of an old peroxide job on the tips of her split ends.
"I'm," I stammered, correcting myself as I turned to Gordo, "*we* are here to see Mrs. Scarborough. I'm her granddaughter." I glanced at Gordo once more, who was staring at the woman with widened eyes. My voice had sounded like a young child's; timid, and meak.
I hadn't noticed Ginny's eyes watching Gordo and I, and when I saw her trot up to the door, her presence threw me back in surprise.
"Evan, this is Lizzie, Mrs. Scarborough's granddaughter; and this is her friend, David."
Three words came out of her mouth.
"One moment, please."
Boy, what a talkative, energetic older woman.
..Who am I kidding here?
Without propositioning another sentence, Evan scooped up our bags in her bulky arms and quietly shut the door in front of us. How kind, I thought. I already felt at home.
"That's Evan, Mrs. Scarborough's housemaid. She comes in four times a week to cook and clean for her, since she's getting up there in age," Ginny explained.
"Is she always this friendly?" Gordo asked.
"I'm afraid so, dear," Ginny implied.
The door swung open again, more gently this time, and Evan led Gordo and I down a long corridor hallway. Ginny called out to us, 'You know where to find me!', and quietly shut the door without Evan noticing. She stopped at a nearby doorway and knocked. A few moments passed by, and after she had returned to us, she stood in the hallway with her hands clasped together, staring, as if we were somewhat of an inconvenience to look at.
"Will you and your friend be sharing a bed, or will you two have separate rooms?"
Gordo couldn't help but stifle a laugh. Me, sharing a bed with Gordo? My mother wouldn't even let him sleep in the same room as Miranda and I when we had sleepovers. The thought had almost killed me with amusement, and yet, in a way, it almost scared me as well. Did I even want to go there?
Of course not.
Neither Gordo nor I answered. I guessed that he was waiting for me to say something, as I was waiting for him. Finally, we echoed in unison, "Separate rooms."
A/N: I know, I know. You're probably thinking, 'You inconsiderate excuse- for-a-writer! Why isn't this chapter longer, hm? HM?' It's storming here. Pretty bad, too. *Ahem* Anyway, I wanted to get a chapter uploaded before the day was done, so I'd decided to make this one just a little bit shorter, for the time being, of course. Don't worry, though. I'll make the chapters longer as the story goes on. I really do hope you like it so far! *. Reviews = My undying gratitude! :D .*
P.S.- You don't have to say it; I know that my story is going about 100 miles below the speed limit, but I PROMISE, it'll get going a lot faster. Soon.
Very soon.
P.S. - Did I mention how awesome the Lizzie McGuire Movie was? It totally crashed the thought of my story happening in the same summer, but hey, that's the beauty of fiction! ^_^
Okay, let the story go on!
Chapter Four
Dark Secrets: A Legacy Of Lies
"Well, what do you want?" a seemingly large woman asked. I hadn't pictured Grandmother looking like this. Had it even been her? No, it couldn't be. This woman's hair was red, with a touch of an old peroxide job on the tips of her split ends.
"I'm," I stammered, correcting myself as I turned to Gordo, "*we* are here to see Mrs. Scarborough. I'm her granddaughter." I glanced at Gordo once more, who was staring at the woman with widened eyes. My voice had sounded like a young child's; timid, and meak.
I hadn't noticed Ginny's eyes watching Gordo and I, and when I saw her trot up to the door, her presence threw me back in surprise.
"Evan, this is Lizzie, Mrs. Scarborough's granddaughter; and this is her friend, David."
Three words came out of her mouth.
"One moment, please."
Boy, what a talkative, energetic older woman.
..Who am I kidding here?
Without propositioning another sentence, Evan scooped up our bags in her bulky arms and quietly shut the door in front of us. How kind, I thought. I already felt at home.
"That's Evan, Mrs. Scarborough's housemaid. She comes in four times a week to cook and clean for her, since she's getting up there in age," Ginny explained.
"Is she always this friendly?" Gordo asked.
"I'm afraid so, dear," Ginny implied.
The door swung open again, more gently this time, and Evan led Gordo and I down a long corridor hallway. Ginny called out to us, 'You know where to find me!', and quietly shut the door without Evan noticing. She stopped at a nearby doorway and knocked. A few moments passed by, and after she had returned to us, she stood in the hallway with her hands clasped together, staring, as if we were somewhat of an inconvenience to look at.
"Will you and your friend be sharing a bed, or will you two have separate rooms?"
Gordo couldn't help but stifle a laugh. Me, sharing a bed with Gordo? My mother wouldn't even let him sleep in the same room as Miranda and I when we had sleepovers. The thought had almost killed me with amusement, and yet, in a way, it almost scared me as well. Did I even want to go there?
Of course not.
Neither Gordo nor I answered. I guessed that he was waiting for me to say something, as I was waiting for him. Finally, we echoed in unison, "Separate rooms."
A/N: I know, I know. You're probably thinking, 'You inconsiderate excuse- for-a-writer! Why isn't this chapter longer, hm? HM?' It's storming here. Pretty bad, too. *Ahem* Anyway, I wanted to get a chapter uploaded before the day was done, so I'd decided to make this one just a little bit shorter, for the time being, of course. Don't worry, though. I'll make the chapters longer as the story goes on. I really do hope you like it so far! *. Reviews = My undying gratitude! :D .*
P.S.- You don't have to say it; I know that my story is going about 100 miles below the speed limit, but I PROMISE, it'll get going a lot faster. Soon.
Very soon.
