Disclaimer: I don't own any Lizzie McGuire characters; Disney does.
*I apologize for the uploading errors on Chapter Five. I wrote it normally, but it came out weird on the site. If, on any chapters, you are having too much trouble reading it to understand it, e-mail me and tell me which chapter you can't read. I will send you back the original copy of
the chapter.*
I want to tell all the flamers, that I didn't read any of your reviews. As soon as I suspect a flamer, I go on to the next review, so don't waste your
time. I did, for some strange reason, read Bastet's Dark Preistess's flame, and I must say, that was pretty funny. How people get so mad over a
simple story is incredible. I was cracking up over your review, Dark Preistess…maybe you didn't intend it to be amusing, but I think anyone can
tell you it was hilarious…all that rage…haha…maybe you need anger
management. (
Okay, on with the story!
I'm having a bit of a writer's block, so forgive me if this chapter is
short!
Chapter Five
Lizzie's House
Miranda and Gordo looked at Lizzie. She was incredibly worried. The police had visited that morning, and the Sanchez and Gordon parents thought it'd be best if the three friends were together to comfort each other. Matt picked up a knife from the kitchen drawer. "I wonder if the killer always uses a knife." He pondered, stabbing the air with the butcher blade. Mrs. McGuire looked at him. "Matt, you're not helping! You're sister is very nervous!" She said as she washed the carrots under the faucet. "I am NOT nervous, mom." Lizzie said. "Oh, yeah, Lizzie. Then what are you doing with you nails?" Miranda asked. Lizzie looked down. She was right. She never picked her nails except for when she was frustrated or scared. Jo set the table for dinner. Tomato soup, chicken cutlets, and Caeser salad. Lizzie loved everything on the plates, but for some reason, she wasn't that hungry. She ate some of her food, and put the rest aside. "Are you gonna eat that?" Matt asked. She shook her head. After all three were finished, the ran up to Lizzie's room and sat on the three inflatable chairs in a circle around the TV. They turned it on. The CNN man started: "This morning, sixteen year old Ethan Craft of Hilldridge, Ohio was stabbed to death. Craft went to Hilldridge High School, and lived uptown in a development called Shady Highlands. The murder left yet another clue, saying that Ethan had contributed to her/his rage by treating her like a princess, but then neglecting her as a date. Police officials are now positive that she attended Hilldridge High School, according to all the clues. The are putting special watch on students of the school, and have already ditributed nine boxes of mince to possible future victims." Lizzie turned it off. "Ethan?!?! This is crazy! I can't believe…no…We have to find out who this is. All the police know is the school and hair color. We have the suspects!" A single tear fell down her cheek. She looked at Miranda, whose eyes were red and wet. Gordo looked at her strangely, and responed, "Then tell us, Lizzie. Who do you think it is?"
*I apologize for the uploading errors on Chapter Five. I wrote it normally, but it came out weird on the site. If, on any chapters, you are having too much trouble reading it to understand it, e-mail me and tell me which chapter you can't read. I will send you back the original copy of
the chapter.*
I want to tell all the flamers, that I didn't read any of your reviews. As soon as I suspect a flamer, I go on to the next review, so don't waste your
time. I did, for some strange reason, read Bastet's Dark Preistess's flame, and I must say, that was pretty funny. How people get so mad over a
simple story is incredible. I was cracking up over your review, Dark Preistess…maybe you didn't intend it to be amusing, but I think anyone can
tell you it was hilarious…all that rage…haha…maybe you need anger
management. (
Okay, on with the story!
I'm having a bit of a writer's block, so forgive me if this chapter is
short!
Chapter Five
Lizzie's House
Miranda and Gordo looked at Lizzie. She was incredibly worried. The police had visited that morning, and the Sanchez and Gordon parents thought it'd be best if the three friends were together to comfort each other. Matt picked up a knife from the kitchen drawer. "I wonder if the killer always uses a knife." He pondered, stabbing the air with the butcher blade. Mrs. McGuire looked at him. "Matt, you're not helping! You're sister is very nervous!" She said as she washed the carrots under the faucet. "I am NOT nervous, mom." Lizzie said. "Oh, yeah, Lizzie. Then what are you doing with you nails?" Miranda asked. Lizzie looked down. She was right. She never picked her nails except for when she was frustrated or scared. Jo set the table for dinner. Tomato soup, chicken cutlets, and Caeser salad. Lizzie loved everything on the plates, but for some reason, she wasn't that hungry. She ate some of her food, and put the rest aside. "Are you gonna eat that?" Matt asked. She shook her head. After all three were finished, the ran up to Lizzie's room and sat on the three inflatable chairs in a circle around the TV. They turned it on. The CNN man started: "This morning, sixteen year old Ethan Craft of Hilldridge, Ohio was stabbed to death. Craft went to Hilldridge High School, and lived uptown in a development called Shady Highlands. The murder left yet another clue, saying that Ethan had contributed to her/his rage by treating her like a princess, but then neglecting her as a date. Police officials are now positive that she attended Hilldridge High School, according to all the clues. The are putting special watch on students of the school, and have already ditributed nine boxes of mince to possible future victims." Lizzie turned it off. "Ethan?!?! This is crazy! I can't believe…no…We have to find out who this is. All the police know is the school and hair color. We have the suspects!" A single tear fell down her cheek. She looked at Miranda, whose eyes were red and wet. Gordo looked at her strangely, and responed, "Then tell us, Lizzie. Who do you think it is?"
