Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own any of the Lizzie McGuire characters.pretty much the only thing I own in this story is the plot.so
koodos to Disney for making up the characters.

Thanks for all the reviews, and I'm going to take someone's advice of
writing a new paragraph everytime someone new talks.

My cousin wanted me to tell you all that she loves Gordo.don't know why,
but.yeah.

Sorry about the summary, I didn't have enough room. Let me finish: A murder has been killing downtown. Everyone feels secure in the fact that all the killings were thirty minutes away, but when they start to move closer, the clues start to come together, and Gordo begins to realize he really likes Lizzie. Can romance survive in the midst of horror?

Chapter Four: Could it be.?

Lizzie looked at the TV screen in awe. "Ve.Veruca? Veruca Winston? As in Veruca from our Chem and Algebra class? No.no, no, no."
Gordo stepped back. "E.L.G.there could be a lot of E's and L's.and G's.right?"
"Oh.Oh.Oh my gosh." Miranda dropped her mouth open. "Veruca? E? L? G? Girl, boy, girl, boy, girl.E.L.G."
"Dark brown hair.dark brown hair." Lizzie repeated this to herself quietly.
"I.I suddenly lost my appetite." Gordo tried to speak loudly, but the words came out as a croak.
Some people stayed glued to the screen, some not even knowing who Veruca was, although most did.those that did reacted sadly. For once in a long time, the sound of laughter and chat was lost at the Digital Bean.

Lizzie's House

Lizzie paced around the room in her long, black dress. The ceremony for Veruca was over, but for some reason, she didn't feel like changing her clothes. Gordo and Miranda had gone home after the viewing. Of course, only Veruca's close friends and family went to the burial. Lizzie looked at the clock. About now, the body of an innocent, young, female high school student was being lowered into a deep hole in the moldy soil. Lizzie hadn't cried at the ceremony, but now, a single, small tear slid off her cheek. Maybe it was the fear that made her cry, that she might be gone soon also, maybe the sorrow over her friendly peer.
Matt walked into the kitchen. He hadn't gone to the viewing, but for some reason he looked gloomy.
"You're name starts with an L." He pointed out.
"Why, yes it does, Matt. Thanks for making me feel even more miserable." Lizzie snapped.
"Sorry." Matt hadn't snapped back.
Wow, Lizzie thought, Matt being rational? This really must be bad.
"No.I'm sorry.I guess I'm just nervous." Lizzie looked at the wall as she talked, playing with the silver ring on her finger.
Matt sighed, and dragged up the stairs, holding to the railing unusually tightly.
Jo and Sam walked in. "That's it, mom, dad. I've decided to stay inside all the time until they find this guy.E.L.G. L! Lizzie.L.I.Z.Z.I.E.

MUAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA. What will happen next? I'll be updating soon, so don't dispair! Muahahaha!