Disclaimers: Lizzie McGuire, all characters, yada yada, does not belong to me. Trust me, if it did, I would not be doing this right now.

Chapter One

"Hello," Lizzie McGuire chirped, picking up the phone on the third ring, "this is Lizzie."
"Hi, Lizzie," a vaguely familiar voice responded, "it's your aunt Carolyn. Could you get your mother for me? It's very important."
"Uh... okay?" Lizzie answered, slightly confused. Carolyn hadn't talked to her mother for seven years, why was it so important to talk to her now? "MOM! PHONE!" Lizzie yelled up the stairs.
"Coming!" Jo yelled back. She sauntered down the stairs.
"It's Aunt Carolyn," Lizzie explained in a whisper. Jo sighed in frustration.
"Hello, Carolyn. Oh. Um. Wow. Okay. Yeah. We'll be up there as soon as we can get there. Okay. Yeah. Yeah. Mm-hmm. See you there. Bye." Jo slammed the phone into the cradle and stomped to the couch, collapsing onto it.
Lizzie gnawed her lip nervously. "Mom? What's wrong?"
"Your grandfather's dead."