NOTE TO READERS: OK here it is..the new chapter. Tell my what you think.
Sorry i haven't updated in a while, but because of field hockey...I'll
probably only update on weekends from now on..sorry. Oh there was a mistake
in the last chapter.I said it was Monday when it was really
Tuesday.********i own nothing*******
Four very different young men walked into Hilridge High on that Tuesday morning to expect the usual, friends, teachers, and homework, but they were wrong, very wrong.
~~~~~ As Dave walked to his locker, he felt as if he was being followed, although he turned his head and found no one there. He tried to shake the feeling, but couldn't help to look over his shoulder every so often.
"I can't believe you did it. Our Dave ACTUALLY did it." A voice appeared out of nowhere and then a face to go with it. It was Stan, one of Dave's film buddies. Just as Dave opened his mouth to respond to his friend's outburst, more voices came. All were from the same film group. Dave was confused at what was going on, until he reached his locker and saw the photocopied paper taped to it. Immediately his jaw dropped, along with all his books, as he tore the paper off from the locker and read.
Although the first page was unfamiliar, he recognized the second and third one. He had seen the same letter, when Randa had approached him only days before.
As his film buddies saw the expression on Dave's face, they knew the information wasn't false. "So its true, you did have sex." There was silence only for a moment, then the circle gathered around Dave and soon turned to cheers.
Although they had one several awards in film festivals, the Visual Aide Department wasn't very popular in the highschool. Hardly any of them had actually had girlfriends, and none of them had ever gone all the way with any of the girls willing to date them. They rejoiced over their friends victory, until Dave snapped out of a shocked state of mind and soon turned to hate.
"SO WHAT?!" He snapped. "Yes, I had sex, so what's the big deal?!"
The group looked at each other in confusion, until Stan looked directly at him and whispered, "What was it like?" ~~~~~ "Randa! Stop! Cant you hear me?" Randa did here Danny call her name, but thought it better not to speak to him after the events that had taken place only yesterday. She just continued walking down the hall to her first class, with a faster pace. He caught up anyway and stopped right in front of her. She was forced to a halt.
"I really don't feel like talking right now." Randa bit her lip to stop her tears from falling.
"I wasn't completely sure what was going on yesterday, but when I saw THIS taped to my locker this morning, I got a pretty good idea." Danny pulled out a few stapled papers and dangled them in front of Randa's face. She read the first page to herself.
"My sources recently gave me a little tip on the ever so popular, Lizzie McGuire. Apparently the little slut went and got herself pregnant. Oh so you want proof, flip the page and you'll get it all right."
Just then Randa grabbed the papers out of Danny's hand fiercely almost ripping them in half. She turned the page, but already knew what the following sheets would hold, her letter, the one she had lost. Looking around she saw more copies on the wall. Randa ran to a wall of lockers and started tearing them off the wall, but immediately realized they were everywhere. She fell to the floor in defeat.
Randa cried, "They know, they all know." Then added in a whisper, "And its all my fault." ~~~~ Ethan strutted his way through the crowd. All eyes were on him, like always, as he ran his fingers through his hair. He walked over to a congregation of cheerleaders, like he did every morning.
"Yo foxy ladies, which one of ya fine piece of ass, want the plezur of accompin' me to the movies tonight."
There was no response and an erie silence a foot. They slowly departed, but not before one handed him the same note both Dave and Danny had received ~~~~ Larry stood there unsure if he was dreaming or not. He just kept staring at his name on the paper, hoping he had misread it or that there was another Larry Tudgeman he didn't know about.
"Its not possible, I couldn't have gotten her pregnant...could I? I've....I've....gotta find her."
Larry ran down the hall towards nothing and kept repeating her name over and over again. Every minute he sped up, faster and faster. Nothing matter, nothing but finding Lizzie. The mocking, the staring eyes, were all out of reach. They didn't exist to him, nothing did. Right then, a class room door sprung open. The last thing Larry saw was "204," then fell to the ground. ~~~~ Lizzie looked all around, in search of some confinement. She needed someone to talk to, someone she could trust, Kate, but she was no where to be found.
"Where is she?" Lizzie thought to herself.
"What do you think you're doing?" A cold chill ran down Lizzie's spine as she turned to face a very angry Ethan.
"I'm just walking." Lizzie answered, in her "popular" tone. She didn't need anyone getting suspicious of what was going on, especial not Ethan.
"Very funny!" His voice was cold and annoyed. He handed her the note and Lizzie read in shock. Looking around, she saw them everywhere. The tears began to fall as Ethan grabbed her arm hard and pulled her close to him. "Listen to me, BITCH. Everyone in school thinks that I'm the father, but you better tell the truth if you know what's good for you." He let go of his grip before continuing. "You know," he chuckled, "I ALMOST feel kind of sad for that bastard child. It'll kill itself when it finds out it has a slut for a mother."
The tears were coming faster now and no matter what Lizzie did, they wouldn't stop. The mocking faces were surrounding her and the laughter filled her ears. She had to get out of there, but no matter how far she ran, they were right behind her. Soon she saw the exit and spree of hope came into her heart. She was almost out the door when she was stopped by a deep voice.
"Where do you think you're going Miss." Principal Sulivan said.
"I...I...was just gonna...get some air...some fresh air. That's it..fresh air." Lizzie forced a smile in hopes he would believe her, but of course he didn't. He just pointed her in the opposite direction to class. The bell had already rung, so the halls were empty now. She walked down the hall as if it was death row, soon be awaiting her final judgment.
Lizzie whispered to herself, "I'll never survive."
ANOTHER NOTE: OK there you have it. Sorry about cliff hangers. tell me your thoughts, bad, good, whatever.
Four very different young men walked into Hilridge High on that Tuesday morning to expect the usual, friends, teachers, and homework, but they were wrong, very wrong.
~~~~~ As Dave walked to his locker, he felt as if he was being followed, although he turned his head and found no one there. He tried to shake the feeling, but couldn't help to look over his shoulder every so often.
"I can't believe you did it. Our Dave ACTUALLY did it." A voice appeared out of nowhere and then a face to go with it. It was Stan, one of Dave's film buddies. Just as Dave opened his mouth to respond to his friend's outburst, more voices came. All were from the same film group. Dave was confused at what was going on, until he reached his locker and saw the photocopied paper taped to it. Immediately his jaw dropped, along with all his books, as he tore the paper off from the locker and read.
Although the first page was unfamiliar, he recognized the second and third one. He had seen the same letter, when Randa had approached him only days before.
As his film buddies saw the expression on Dave's face, they knew the information wasn't false. "So its true, you did have sex." There was silence only for a moment, then the circle gathered around Dave and soon turned to cheers.
Although they had one several awards in film festivals, the Visual Aide Department wasn't very popular in the highschool. Hardly any of them had actually had girlfriends, and none of them had ever gone all the way with any of the girls willing to date them. They rejoiced over their friends victory, until Dave snapped out of a shocked state of mind and soon turned to hate.
"SO WHAT?!" He snapped. "Yes, I had sex, so what's the big deal?!"
The group looked at each other in confusion, until Stan looked directly at him and whispered, "What was it like?" ~~~~~ "Randa! Stop! Cant you hear me?" Randa did here Danny call her name, but thought it better not to speak to him after the events that had taken place only yesterday. She just continued walking down the hall to her first class, with a faster pace. He caught up anyway and stopped right in front of her. She was forced to a halt.
"I really don't feel like talking right now." Randa bit her lip to stop her tears from falling.
"I wasn't completely sure what was going on yesterday, but when I saw THIS taped to my locker this morning, I got a pretty good idea." Danny pulled out a few stapled papers and dangled them in front of Randa's face. She read the first page to herself.
"My sources recently gave me a little tip on the ever so popular, Lizzie McGuire. Apparently the little slut went and got herself pregnant. Oh so you want proof, flip the page and you'll get it all right."
Just then Randa grabbed the papers out of Danny's hand fiercely almost ripping them in half. She turned the page, but already knew what the following sheets would hold, her letter, the one she had lost. Looking around she saw more copies on the wall. Randa ran to a wall of lockers and started tearing them off the wall, but immediately realized they were everywhere. She fell to the floor in defeat.
Randa cried, "They know, they all know." Then added in a whisper, "And its all my fault." ~~~~ Ethan strutted his way through the crowd. All eyes were on him, like always, as he ran his fingers through his hair. He walked over to a congregation of cheerleaders, like he did every morning.
"Yo foxy ladies, which one of ya fine piece of ass, want the plezur of accompin' me to the movies tonight."
There was no response and an erie silence a foot. They slowly departed, but not before one handed him the same note both Dave and Danny had received ~~~~ Larry stood there unsure if he was dreaming or not. He just kept staring at his name on the paper, hoping he had misread it or that there was another Larry Tudgeman he didn't know about.
"Its not possible, I couldn't have gotten her pregnant...could I? I've....I've....gotta find her."
Larry ran down the hall towards nothing and kept repeating her name over and over again. Every minute he sped up, faster and faster. Nothing matter, nothing but finding Lizzie. The mocking, the staring eyes, were all out of reach. They didn't exist to him, nothing did. Right then, a class room door sprung open. The last thing Larry saw was "204," then fell to the ground. ~~~~ Lizzie looked all around, in search of some confinement. She needed someone to talk to, someone she could trust, Kate, but she was no where to be found.
"Where is she?" Lizzie thought to herself.
"What do you think you're doing?" A cold chill ran down Lizzie's spine as she turned to face a very angry Ethan.
"I'm just walking." Lizzie answered, in her "popular" tone. She didn't need anyone getting suspicious of what was going on, especial not Ethan.
"Very funny!" His voice was cold and annoyed. He handed her the note and Lizzie read in shock. Looking around, she saw them everywhere. The tears began to fall as Ethan grabbed her arm hard and pulled her close to him. "Listen to me, BITCH. Everyone in school thinks that I'm the father, but you better tell the truth if you know what's good for you." He let go of his grip before continuing. "You know," he chuckled, "I ALMOST feel kind of sad for that bastard child. It'll kill itself when it finds out it has a slut for a mother."
The tears were coming faster now and no matter what Lizzie did, they wouldn't stop. The mocking faces were surrounding her and the laughter filled her ears. She had to get out of there, but no matter how far she ran, they were right behind her. Soon she saw the exit and spree of hope came into her heart. She was almost out the door when she was stopped by a deep voice.
"Where do you think you're going Miss." Principal Sulivan said.
"I...I...was just gonna...get some air...some fresh air. That's it..fresh air." Lizzie forced a smile in hopes he would believe her, but of course he didn't. He just pointed her in the opposite direction to class. The bell had already rung, so the halls were empty now. She walked down the hall as if it was death row, soon be awaiting her final judgment.
Lizzie whispered to herself, "I'll never survive."
ANOTHER NOTE: OK there you have it. Sorry about cliff hangers. tell me your thoughts, bad, good, whatever.
