Chapter 8
No One Really Knows Anything For Sure
Daphne had just gotten off the phone, with a smile upon her face. "You will never believe what I just found out." Daphne had finished reading her email and hurriedly dialed a number, which Tawny assumed to be a London number.
Lizzie and Tawny shared a look. "Well, whatever it is it seems to be for the better," Lizzie noted. "You're smiling." Tawny nodded in agreement.
"Anyway," Daphne started. "Ian didn't die!" she said, practically screaming.
"Huh?" Tawny asked, her voice devoid of any expression. Lizzie nudged her. "I mean, uh, what? Can you explain this?"
Daphne took a seat at Lizzie's swivel chair. "I guess I jumped to conclusions," she began. "But Ian himself e-mailed me now. He didn't die! His new friend Jack borrowed his motorcycle while he was on vacation on the island. The island didn't have a proper signal so they never got to call him. Anyway Jack died and the accident was so brutal they failed to recognize him - he was charred beyond recognition - and didn't bother to do any tests, they just assumed that it was Ian who died."
It took a moment for both Lizzie and Tawny to absorb this.
"That's good," Lizzie said. "I mean, it's bad someone else died, but you get my point."
Daphne smiled at her. "Yup! And I cannot begin to believe my father would fail to do any of the tests. I mean, hello, this is the two thousands now! Geez! And to have me worry like that!"
Tawny and Lizzie shared a look, absorbing the weirdness of it all. Daphne seemed to have read their minds.
"My dad's British," Daphne smiled, as if explaining the situation. "Don't forget that."
* * *
By the following week the entire gang knew about what had really happened. Daphne wanted to take responsibility for her actions to Claire, but Kate would have none of it. "Please," she told Daphne. "Leave this to me."
Claire didn't bother pointing out it really was Daphne who hurt her, knowing Kate could twist the truth anyway. She passed by them during lunch and didn't bother to do anything, even roll her eyes - a first for the schoolyear.
"So, it seems like everything negative in our lives have been completely erased," Kate said as she munched on some fries. "Good thing, right?"
Malcolm studied Daphne carefully. "Yeah, good thing."
The others except for Daphne took notice and smiled. Malcolm's liking for Daphne was becoming more and more obvious to everyone, except to both of them. Lizzie smiled as she took a look at Gordo - she knew the feeling.
Lizzie was about to say that out loud when suddenly they were interrupted by the trio of Parker McKenzie, Veruca Albano, and Brooke Baker, all of whom were their classmates at Hillridge Junior High. Lizzie couldn't help but roll her eyes at Brooke - she was once Gordo's girlfriend.
"Oh my gosh!" Parker began.
Veruca caught up with her. "You'll never guess what, Lizzie!"
Brooke stared at Gordo. "You too, Gordo. You guys in fact, are all in store for the shock of your lives."
"What is it?" Kate asked as she munched on more French fries. Ethan passed by them, grabbed one, and returned to his usual state of being out of his self. Daphne and Malcolm couldn't help but chuckle.
Before Veruca, Parker or Brooke could even answer, a male voice pierced out from the door of the cafeteria, screaming so loud with joy, or shock - they couldn't exactly tell - that Lizzie felt that all of their eardrums must have broke.
"Oh my god, somebody help Tudgeman!" Jenny Woods screamed from the back.
Lizzie, Gordo, Kate, Louis, Tawny, Twitty, Daphne and Malcolm all looked at one another, with one question playing in their heads: What is going on?
=============== A/N: Ian didn't die like you guys wanted so I'm going to have to think of another way to take this story, so bear with this chapter if it isn't as good as the others.
Daphne had just gotten off the phone, with a smile upon her face. "You will never believe what I just found out." Daphne had finished reading her email and hurriedly dialed a number, which Tawny assumed to be a London number.
Lizzie and Tawny shared a look. "Well, whatever it is it seems to be for the better," Lizzie noted. "You're smiling." Tawny nodded in agreement.
"Anyway," Daphne started. "Ian didn't die!" she said, practically screaming.
"Huh?" Tawny asked, her voice devoid of any expression. Lizzie nudged her. "I mean, uh, what? Can you explain this?"
Daphne took a seat at Lizzie's swivel chair. "I guess I jumped to conclusions," she began. "But Ian himself e-mailed me now. He didn't die! His new friend Jack borrowed his motorcycle while he was on vacation on the island. The island didn't have a proper signal so they never got to call him. Anyway Jack died and the accident was so brutal they failed to recognize him - he was charred beyond recognition - and didn't bother to do any tests, they just assumed that it was Ian who died."
It took a moment for both Lizzie and Tawny to absorb this.
"That's good," Lizzie said. "I mean, it's bad someone else died, but you get my point."
Daphne smiled at her. "Yup! And I cannot begin to believe my father would fail to do any of the tests. I mean, hello, this is the two thousands now! Geez! And to have me worry like that!"
Tawny and Lizzie shared a look, absorbing the weirdness of it all. Daphne seemed to have read their minds.
"My dad's British," Daphne smiled, as if explaining the situation. "Don't forget that."
* * *
By the following week the entire gang knew about what had really happened. Daphne wanted to take responsibility for her actions to Claire, but Kate would have none of it. "Please," she told Daphne. "Leave this to me."
Claire didn't bother pointing out it really was Daphne who hurt her, knowing Kate could twist the truth anyway. She passed by them during lunch and didn't bother to do anything, even roll her eyes - a first for the schoolyear.
"So, it seems like everything negative in our lives have been completely erased," Kate said as she munched on some fries. "Good thing, right?"
Malcolm studied Daphne carefully. "Yeah, good thing."
The others except for Daphne took notice and smiled. Malcolm's liking for Daphne was becoming more and more obvious to everyone, except to both of them. Lizzie smiled as she took a look at Gordo - she knew the feeling.
Lizzie was about to say that out loud when suddenly they were interrupted by the trio of Parker McKenzie, Veruca Albano, and Brooke Baker, all of whom were their classmates at Hillridge Junior High. Lizzie couldn't help but roll her eyes at Brooke - she was once Gordo's girlfriend.
"Oh my gosh!" Parker began.
Veruca caught up with her. "You'll never guess what, Lizzie!"
Brooke stared at Gordo. "You too, Gordo. You guys in fact, are all in store for the shock of your lives."
"What is it?" Kate asked as she munched on more French fries. Ethan passed by them, grabbed one, and returned to his usual state of being out of his self. Daphne and Malcolm couldn't help but chuckle.
Before Veruca, Parker or Brooke could even answer, a male voice pierced out from the door of the cafeteria, screaming so loud with joy, or shock - they couldn't exactly tell - that Lizzie felt that all of their eardrums must have broke.
"Oh my god, somebody help Tudgeman!" Jenny Woods screamed from the back.
Lizzie, Gordo, Kate, Louis, Tawny, Twitty, Daphne and Malcolm all looked at one another, with one question playing in their heads: What is going on?
=============== A/N: Ian didn't die like you guys wanted so I'm going to have to think of another way to take this story, so bear with this chapter if it isn't as good as the others.