Anybody remember this story? Yes, it's the summer holidays, I have time now to sleep, eat and yes...WRITE, I SHALL CONQUER! I SHALL TRY TO FINISH AT LEAST ONE STORY!!! DISCLAIMER: You know the theme people, it is all essentially the creations of L.J Smith, with my storyline!!!!!!!! Huzzah! I am back!!!!!!!!!!!!

Repercussions?

Elizabeth turned over in her bed.........she had been having a strange dream again, a sad dream. Green...green, green, green. Something green was in it. She rolled out of bed and crawled to her bathroom. Green, she thought between brushing her teeth. Green. Elizabeth dried her face and started on her hair. Green....green....uniform! A green uniform? She bundled the top half of her hair into a gypsyish bun. The mirror caught her attention, her reflection, a usual sight, but a blazing eye flicked through her mind. The eye in her dream, peering through the door of the gas chamber. Watching her die. The green of their uniform. The Nazis uniform. The girl stood silent, the memory flowing into her conscious thinking. She was killed mercilessly, for being a Jew. Her hairbrush clattered noisily across the floor, snapping her out of the memory. It was happening again. The dreams, the nightmares. I thought they'd stopped, God only knows I've had enough counseling. No, this is just a....a....repercussion, of a film. Yeah. Lots of films are like that. It's not just emotional shit from my bullshit life, effecting my sub-conscious that is really just trying to communicate the fact that I live a bullshit life. Great help that is. I'm fine now. They were only ever bad dreams. What else had happened last night? What about James? Was he a dream as well? No. James was real. No dream had ever made me....feel that way. Hell, he may as well be a dream. Fat chance of seeing him again. Let alone the Nightworld... A great rumble ripped through the eerie silence of the house. "LIZZY? GIRL, YOU UP THERE?!!!!!" The noise of a car horn followed shortly. "STOP DAYDREAMING LADY, AND GET YOUR TIGHT ASS DOWN HERE!!!" Elizabeth jumped out of her thoughts. Grinning broadly, she rushed to the balcony and leant over the rail, to see her friend. "Excuse me...but could you refrain from staining my respectable neighbourhood with your accented yowls!" "Ohhhh...meeeooww! AH HEM!!! Notice anything...different?" the braided, black American seventeen year old had her arms wrapped around the dark leather of a sweet, rich cherry red convertible. "Mmm mmm, Camilla Eathren what amount of rich men did you sleep with to gain this little beauty?!!!" she bantered, imitating the heavy American accent. "Ah...the beauty of inheritance...lose a uncle...get a car..." "Jesus Christ Cammy...would you be ashamed to have me at your side in this golden chariot?" "Sweet Lord no! It's because of you that my reports are fit to be seen by public viewing (.i.e. my parents) that they thought me worthy of such an addition before my eighteenth." She patted the seat beside her invitingly. "Come on...I know you want to!" "All right, all right! I'll be down in just a second." Elizabeth grabbed her bag, and threw an assortment of books and essays into its depths. She took three glorious leaps to the door, threw it open, lunged at the winding staircase, and went spinning on it's rail down two flights of stairs. A soft cardigan was tossed lightly over her shoulders, and with a piece of toast in her mouth, a exchange of kisses with her parents, and she was onto the smooth clean seats of Camilla's new toy. "Oh! CD player! Wow!" "Calm down girlie, you'll give your self a nosebleed!" "Bye Mom!" Camilla revved the engine into gear, and they went speeding off. Elizabeth pressed a large inviting button on the dashboard, and was met with a loud bass beat of some indistinguishable rock band. They thumped loudly onwards until they were met by the extremely grumpy looking sports teacher cycling to school. "Joy killer," murmured Camilla in disgust, switching off the radio in defeat. She turned sulkily into the student carpark, and placed her permit on to the windscreen. "Cammy." Said Elizabeth, with a hint of nausea. "Aren't driving lessons supposed to make your driving better?" Reaching into her handbag, Camilla pulled out a small laminated card with her picture on it. "My driver's license, came through this morning." She passed it to Elizabeth. "How many pictures did you go through before you were satisfied with this?" "Let's not go into that now." The girl snatched it back, and returned it to her bag. "Come on, out you get! We do go to School to learn you know." "Like driving lessons?" She grinned. "Right - That's it. OUT! OUT! RIGHT NOW!" "I'm going! I feel the need to stop at the toilets." "You ungrateful child! I go, by the kindness of my heart, to drive you to school, and you repay me like this? OUT!" "I know, I know. I'm fucking with you!" She reached into the car and ticked her on the stomach, creating the desired effect of helpless squeals. "Hup!" she yelped, smacking her lightly on the hand. "Now you just stop that now. Go fuck off, and throw up in your toilet." Laughing, Elizabeth took off into the school and down the corridor in the direction of the toilets to run straight. .............into James...again.

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