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Dark Secrets: A Legacy Of Lies
Chapter Seven
I gazed after her as she shut the door. My stomach'd been stuck inside my throat the whole damned time, I was surprised that I hadn't had a heart attack while speaking to her. Glancing to the left, I began to wonder if Gordo could hear me through these isolated walls.
I walked over to one of the room's corners, the one that crossed Gordo's staying, and made three soft knocks, making sure that no one else would hear, that was, *if* they could. I only hoped that Gordo was there, listening.
Silence replied to me.
I grew disappointed. Gordo wasn't there to see me act brave for once and place my fears aside. That was probably the only time I would do such a thing, and my best friend wasn't there to see it; *or* hear it. For all I know, he's probably still sleeping, dreaming about home and how good it is compared to being here with me. I knew I shouldn't of drug him into coming with me; but he did agree on it, did he not?
I began to wonder something else just then; was there anything that Gordo *wouldn't* do for me? I certainly do owe him a lot after this trip; hell, I'll probably end up becoming his slave until I'm 80. Maybe it won't be so bad, though. Maybe after this trip I could finally tell him -
"Lizzie?"
A face peaked inside my door. It was Gordo; and he *wasn't* asleep! But by telling from the expression plastered on his face, I knew right away that something was wrong.
"I wanted to talk to you about something, Lizzie . ."
I decided to tell him anyway. "I do, too. Grandmother came into my room this morning-"
"That's who it's about, Lizzie. It's about your grandmother - and her sister."
Her sister? Mom never told me that her own mother had a sister; then again, maybe she knew just as much as I did about Grandmother, even though she'd lived with her during childhood.
"My grandmother has a sister?" I asked begrudgingly. Gordo nodded solemnly, taking my hand into his. Without speaking, he quietly led me into his room so that Evan, who was dusting the old grandfather clock at the other end of the hallway, wouldn't see us.
After shutting the door behind us, Gordo ran to a drawer beside his bed. He opened it up and held what looked like an old fashioned photo to his chest. I could see the tiny writing in the back of the picture, scribbled in fine cursive: Avril and Helen Scarborough - ages 16 and 18.
Avril Scarborough. Why did that name sound so vaguely familiar?
"I don't want to scare you," Gordo warned. "I couldn't help wandering, Lizzie, and I found this picture of your grandmother with, I'm almost positive, her sister. But the thing is . ." Gordo stopped dead in his tracks.
"What, Gordo?" I asked. "What can't you say?"
Gordo handed me the photo in a slow manner. "Take a look for yourself and you'll see," he replied.
So I did; and needless to say, I could understand why Gordo couldn't finish the rest of his sentence. There, sitting in that same time-stricken picture with my grandmother, was ME! But that was impossible; it couldn't of been me. I wasn't even thought of at that time. Perhaps this young woman, Avril, hadn't had the same *exact* genetic makeup as I, but our appearances to eachother were uncanny! She had longer, darker flowing hair than I did, and her eyes were a lot lighter, almost a misty seafoam color, but our facial structures looked exactly the same.
"She's pretty," Gordo tortled. "Without her grey eyes and dark hair, she'd look just like-"
" . . Me," I finished automatically. "Gordo, what does this mean?"
"We'll just have to find that out, now, won't we?" he countered with a sly grin.
And so it began. Gordo and I had started an investigation that would change our lives forever.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire, but I'm begging Disney like crazy . .
Dark Secrets: A Legacy Of Lies
Chapter Seven
I gazed after her as she shut the door. My stomach'd been stuck inside my throat the whole damned time, I was surprised that I hadn't had a heart attack while speaking to her. Glancing to the left, I began to wonder if Gordo could hear me through these isolated walls.
I walked over to one of the room's corners, the one that crossed Gordo's staying, and made three soft knocks, making sure that no one else would hear, that was, *if* they could. I only hoped that Gordo was there, listening.
Silence replied to me.
I grew disappointed. Gordo wasn't there to see me act brave for once and place my fears aside. That was probably the only time I would do such a thing, and my best friend wasn't there to see it; *or* hear it. For all I know, he's probably still sleeping, dreaming about home and how good it is compared to being here with me. I knew I shouldn't of drug him into coming with me; but he did agree on it, did he not?
I began to wonder something else just then; was there anything that Gordo *wouldn't* do for me? I certainly do owe him a lot after this trip; hell, I'll probably end up becoming his slave until I'm 80. Maybe it won't be so bad, though. Maybe after this trip I could finally tell him -
"Lizzie?"
A face peaked inside my door. It was Gordo; and he *wasn't* asleep! But by telling from the expression plastered on his face, I knew right away that something was wrong.
"I wanted to talk to you about something, Lizzie . ."
I decided to tell him anyway. "I do, too. Grandmother came into my room this morning-"
"That's who it's about, Lizzie. It's about your grandmother - and her sister."
Her sister? Mom never told me that her own mother had a sister; then again, maybe she knew just as much as I did about Grandmother, even though she'd lived with her during childhood.
"My grandmother has a sister?" I asked begrudgingly. Gordo nodded solemnly, taking my hand into his. Without speaking, he quietly led me into his room so that Evan, who was dusting the old grandfather clock at the other end of the hallway, wouldn't see us.
After shutting the door behind us, Gordo ran to a drawer beside his bed. He opened it up and held what looked like an old fashioned photo to his chest. I could see the tiny writing in the back of the picture, scribbled in fine cursive: Avril and Helen Scarborough - ages 16 and 18.
Avril Scarborough. Why did that name sound so vaguely familiar?
"I don't want to scare you," Gordo warned. "I couldn't help wandering, Lizzie, and I found this picture of your grandmother with, I'm almost positive, her sister. But the thing is . ." Gordo stopped dead in his tracks.
"What, Gordo?" I asked. "What can't you say?"
Gordo handed me the photo in a slow manner. "Take a look for yourself and you'll see," he replied.
So I did; and needless to say, I could understand why Gordo couldn't finish the rest of his sentence. There, sitting in that same time-stricken picture with my grandmother, was ME! But that was impossible; it couldn't of been me. I wasn't even thought of at that time. Perhaps this young woman, Avril, hadn't had the same *exact* genetic makeup as I, but our appearances to eachother were uncanny! She had longer, darker flowing hair than I did, and her eyes were a lot lighter, almost a misty seafoam color, but our facial structures looked exactly the same.
"She's pretty," Gordo tortled. "Without her grey eyes and dark hair, she'd look just like-"
" . . Me," I finished automatically. "Gordo, what does this mean?"
"We'll just have to find that out, now, won't we?" he countered with a sly grin.
And so it began. Gordo and I had started an investigation that would change our lives forever.
