Okay, the first chapter basically is about Lizzie's home life before she got involved in the war. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's characters, although the other characters in this story are my creations.
LIZZIE'S STORY
CHAPTER 1 - Life at Home
"Alex, would you let me use some of that red paint?" I asked, tossing my shoulder-length auburn hair out of the way, thinking that I really should have tied it back.
"Sure." he said, handing me the can.
"Thanks." I dipped my brush into the can and made a few more careful strokes before asking, uncertainly, "What do you think?"
He took one look at the picture and at my worried face before laughing and saying, "Meaning, 'It doesn't look right, Alex, but I don't know what I did wrong. What should I do?' Right?"
I smiled. "Maybe."
He took my brush and a fresh sheet of paper, saying, "Try making the petals look a little more like this."
I watched as he skillfully maneuvered the strokes of the brush, making them go exactly where he wanted them. "How do you do that?" I breathed in wonder. "It looks just like a photograph."
"That's because it IS a photograph. Just think of the picture in your mind as the film, and pretend you're developing it on this paper."
"I'll have to remember that." I painted the flower again, trying this time to envision the film and the picture.
"That's much better! See? You're getting it." he complimented, grinning at me.
We were about to start a new project when Mother called out, "Supper!" Alex and I quickly shoved the paints and brushes into the box, dumped out the water, and gathered up our paintings before racing towards the house.
At supper that evening, no one could contain themselves from wanting to tell Father everything that had gone on. He had been on a business trip to the colonies for several months, and we were all anxious to be the first to let him know the news around the house. Allen, especially, wanted him to know all about his college application, as well as his recently aquired scholarship. Frederick was trying to input information about his new job, John and Earnest were
adding tidbits about school, Timothy wanted all of the information on the new developments in the war, (That's practically all he thinks about.), and Cameron, Alex, and I wanted to know everything associated with Outer Space.
By the time we gathered in the living room for evening devotions, everyone was exhausted! Thankfully, that meant that we were able to have relative quiet. That evening Father read to us from the Bible for the first time since he'd left, and we all listened intently as his deep, powerful voice echoed the words of Psalm 41. I listened carefully to the words of the chapter, more astounded by the minute. It was all about how everyone had turned against David, even his
best friend! Everyone, that is, except God. David put his whole trust in God and He sustained him! He helped David even though eveyone else had turned against him. "Even my close friend, whom I trusted, he who shared my bread, has lifted up his heel against me. But You, O Lord, have mercy on me... I know that You are pleased with me, for my enemy does not triumph over me." '"Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel, from everlasting to everlasting. Amen and Amen.' I thought fervently as I made my way up the bed that night. I considered the words of that psalm for a long time before I finally fell asleep.
I know it's a short chapter, but I'm having trouble deciding where to break them off. There's really no good stopping point for a while now, so I had to cut this one off. All in all, please don't get bored and stop now! I already cut a lot out of this section because it rambled on and on.
Okay, on to the second chapter! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's characters, although the other characters in this story are my creations.
LIZZIE'S STORY
CHAPTER 1 - Life at Home
"Alex, would you let me use some of that red paint?" I asked, tossing my shoulder-length auburn hair out of the way, thinking that I really should have tied it back.
"Sure." he said, handing me the can.
"Thanks." I dipped my brush into the can and made a few more careful strokes before asking, uncertainly, "What do you think?"
He took one look at the picture and at my worried face before laughing and saying, "Meaning, 'It doesn't look right, Alex, but I don't know what I did wrong. What should I do?' Right?"
I smiled. "Maybe."
He took my brush and a fresh sheet of paper, saying, "Try making the petals look a little more like this."
I watched as he skillfully maneuvered the strokes of the brush, making them go exactly where he wanted them. "How do you do that?" I breathed in wonder. "It looks just like a photograph."
"That's because it IS a photograph. Just think of the picture in your mind as the film, and pretend you're developing it on this paper."
"I'll have to remember that." I painted the flower again, trying this time to envision the film and the picture.
"That's much better! See? You're getting it." he complimented, grinning at me.
We were about to start a new project when Mother called out, "Supper!" Alex and I quickly shoved the paints and brushes into the box, dumped out the water, and gathered up our paintings before racing towards the house.
At supper that evening, no one could contain themselves from wanting to tell Father everything that had gone on. He had been on a business trip to the colonies for several months, and we were all anxious to be the first to let him know the news around the house. Allen, especially, wanted him to know all about his college application, as well as his recently aquired scholarship. Frederick was trying to input information about his new job, John and Earnest were
adding tidbits about school, Timothy wanted all of the information on the new developments in the war, (That's practically all he thinks about.), and Cameron, Alex, and I wanted to know everything associated with Outer Space.
By the time we gathered in the living room for evening devotions, everyone was exhausted! Thankfully, that meant that we were able to have relative quiet. That evening Father read to us from the Bible for the first time since he'd left, and we all listened intently as his deep, powerful voice echoed the words of Psalm 41. I listened carefully to the words of the chapter, more astounded by the minute. It was all about how everyone had turned against David, even his
best friend! Everyone, that is, except God. David put his whole trust in God and He sustained him! He helped David even though eveyone else had turned against him. "Even my close friend, whom I trusted, he who shared my bread, has lifted up his heel against me. But You, O Lord, have mercy on me... I know that You are pleased with me, for my enemy does not triumph over me." '"Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel, from everlasting to everlasting. Amen and Amen.' I thought fervently as I made my way up the bed that night. I considered the words of that psalm for a long time before I finally fell asleep.
I know it's a short chapter, but I'm having trouble deciding where to break them off. There's really no good stopping point for a while now, so I had to cut this one off. All in all, please don't get bored and stop now! I already cut a lot out of this section because it rambled on and on.
Okay, on to the second chapter! :)
