Disclaimer: Go to previous chapters
A/N: I have made my own decision. I'm currently writing this without knowing how you all wanted my story to go, but throughout the day, I realized I wanted to go the second route. I know, it's depressing, someone will die, but it's something new for me to deal with. This route is also a lot longer and thus, more chapters. The other route wouldn't be as long and it would way too fast paced. And I don't want that. So, I have made an executive decision for once. Lo siento. I'd like to thank Operation: Prom at my school for giving me this idea.
All right, I just found out that it was a tie. Good thing I made a decision ahead of time. Camping, the winner of the poll, will not be included. Sorry. That's just the way the cookie crumbles.
Chapter 14: The Accident
April 14, 2007 (if my math is correct, that should be a Monday. Also, this is Lizzie's and everyone else's junior year. Big jump, I know.)
"Honey, before you leave, read this article," Jo McGuire, Lizzie's mom was flailing another article at Lizzie. She always found articles that she thought Lizzie 'could learn from.'
"Mom, I have zero time. I've got to go pick up Miranda. Leave it on the table and I'll check it after school," Lizzie yelled over her shoulder as she descended down the driveway towards her slightly used Toyota Camry.
Miranda and Lizzie walked into the school and went to their first class, which was not together.
Second hour rolled around, for both Lizzie and Miranda it was U.S. History with Mr. Lemry. Lizzie and Miranda were silently talking trying to avoid a tirade about not graduating from Mr. Lemry. The announcements were on and Mr. Bueno was talking about the recent loss of some sports team and Lizzie looked up awaiting to see the American flag show up so they could the pledge and be on with their business. Saying the pledge was a new rule instituted at Hilridge after September 11th. Instead, Mr. Bueno continued to speak. His voice got more serious and he was no longer speaking of sports.
"Students, last night, at around 11:00 P.M., two students at Bayside High School were hit by a drunk driver. Both boys were going home. The man responsible has been arrested and charges have been brought against him. However, one of the boys, Lawrence Tudgeman, a junior at Bayside was immediately killed on impact. His friend, David Gordon is at Memorial Hospital with an unknown condition. I ask you all now for a moment of silence for Mr. Tudgeman and Mr. Gordon," Mr. Bueno finished.
Lizzie blinked as two pictures of her old friends showed up one the screen. She's thought maybe she had heard Mr. Bueno incorrectly, but now looking at the pictures, she knew that these boys were older Larry and Gordo's. They looked exactly the same. Tears started forming in her eyes and she attempted to blink them away. The image left the screen, but it was the only image Lizzie saw.
"Lizzie? Are you OK?" Mr. Lemry had now started class and Lizzie was still staring at the screen.
The whole class turned to Lizzie and she still didn't move.
"Lizzie? Come to the bathroom with me." Miranda urged.
"OK," Lizzie responded by slowly standing up and making her way to the door.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't you know who they were?"
"Who?" Miranda asked in confusion.
"Larry and Gordo."
"What about Larry and Gordo?" Miranda asked and suddenly realized the connection. "Lizzie, are they, were they the boys in the car?"
Lizzie simply nodded.
"What are you going to do?"
"What can I do? Larry's gone and Gordo is in an unknown condition. What the fuck does unknown mean?" Lizzie yelled.
"Excuse me ladies, keep the language clean," a teacher walking past said.
"Sorry, m'am." Lizzie said and waited until she walked past "What am I supposed to do?"
"Go see him?"
"I'm not family. I don't know the family. They won't let me in."
"Well, I don't know. I'm trying. Do you want to go back to class?"
"Yeah, whatever. Might as well."
*-*After School*-*
Lizzie walked into her house and looked at the kitchen table. The Suburban Living section of today's issue was opened. It was the article that Mrs. McGuire wanted Lizzie to read.
"Might as well." Lizzie decided sitting down at the table. She read the headline, "oh, great."
"Local Boys Hit
Two junior at Bayside High School, David Gordon and Lawrence Tudgeman were hit in their car by a drunk driver late last night. The boys were on their way home, and a man hit them a couple blocks away from their destination.
Lawrence Tudgeman, 17, died instantly from the impact. David Gordon on the other hand, was brought into Memorial Hospital and is being treated for injuries that have not been disclosed as of now.
The man, 25 year old, Anthony Magi, hit a tree after hitting the car and the police were called by a witness. Anthony received no injuries and was promptly arrested. He has been charged with reckless driving, driving while intoxicated, and involuntary manslaughter."
Lizzie ripped the article out of the paper and took it to her room. She opened her diary and put it inside.
A/N: Were you expecting Larry? I'm sorry for Larry fans. I didn't WANT to kill Larry. But I had to.
A/N: I have made my own decision. I'm currently writing this without knowing how you all wanted my story to go, but throughout the day, I realized I wanted to go the second route. I know, it's depressing, someone will die, but it's something new for me to deal with. This route is also a lot longer and thus, more chapters. The other route wouldn't be as long and it would way too fast paced. And I don't want that. So, I have made an executive decision for once. Lo siento. I'd like to thank Operation: Prom at my school for giving me this idea.
All right, I just found out that it was a tie. Good thing I made a decision ahead of time. Camping, the winner of the poll, will not be included. Sorry. That's just the way the cookie crumbles.
Chapter 14: The Accident
April 14, 2007 (if my math is correct, that should be a Monday. Also, this is Lizzie's and everyone else's junior year. Big jump, I know.)
"Honey, before you leave, read this article," Jo McGuire, Lizzie's mom was flailing another article at Lizzie. She always found articles that she thought Lizzie 'could learn from.'
"Mom, I have zero time. I've got to go pick up Miranda. Leave it on the table and I'll check it after school," Lizzie yelled over her shoulder as she descended down the driveway towards her slightly used Toyota Camry.
Miranda and Lizzie walked into the school and went to their first class, which was not together.
Second hour rolled around, for both Lizzie and Miranda it was U.S. History with Mr. Lemry. Lizzie and Miranda were silently talking trying to avoid a tirade about not graduating from Mr. Lemry. The announcements were on and Mr. Bueno was talking about the recent loss of some sports team and Lizzie looked up awaiting to see the American flag show up so they could the pledge and be on with their business. Saying the pledge was a new rule instituted at Hilridge after September 11th. Instead, Mr. Bueno continued to speak. His voice got more serious and he was no longer speaking of sports.
"Students, last night, at around 11:00 P.M., two students at Bayside High School were hit by a drunk driver. Both boys were going home. The man responsible has been arrested and charges have been brought against him. However, one of the boys, Lawrence Tudgeman, a junior at Bayside was immediately killed on impact. His friend, David Gordon is at Memorial Hospital with an unknown condition. I ask you all now for a moment of silence for Mr. Tudgeman and Mr. Gordon," Mr. Bueno finished.
Lizzie blinked as two pictures of her old friends showed up one the screen. She's thought maybe she had heard Mr. Bueno incorrectly, but now looking at the pictures, she knew that these boys were older Larry and Gordo's. They looked exactly the same. Tears started forming in her eyes and she attempted to blink them away. The image left the screen, but it was the only image Lizzie saw.
"Lizzie? Are you OK?" Mr. Lemry had now started class and Lizzie was still staring at the screen.
The whole class turned to Lizzie and she still didn't move.
"Lizzie? Come to the bathroom with me." Miranda urged.
"OK," Lizzie responded by slowly standing up and making her way to the door.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't you know who they were?"
"Who?" Miranda asked in confusion.
"Larry and Gordo."
"What about Larry and Gordo?" Miranda asked and suddenly realized the connection. "Lizzie, are they, were they the boys in the car?"
Lizzie simply nodded.
"What are you going to do?"
"What can I do? Larry's gone and Gordo is in an unknown condition. What the fuck does unknown mean?" Lizzie yelled.
"Excuse me ladies, keep the language clean," a teacher walking past said.
"Sorry, m'am." Lizzie said and waited until she walked past "What am I supposed to do?"
"Go see him?"
"I'm not family. I don't know the family. They won't let me in."
"Well, I don't know. I'm trying. Do you want to go back to class?"
"Yeah, whatever. Might as well."
*-*After School*-*
Lizzie walked into her house and looked at the kitchen table. The Suburban Living section of today's issue was opened. It was the article that Mrs. McGuire wanted Lizzie to read.
"Might as well." Lizzie decided sitting down at the table. She read the headline, "oh, great."
"Local Boys Hit
Two junior at Bayside High School, David Gordon and Lawrence Tudgeman were hit in their car by a drunk driver late last night. The boys were on their way home, and a man hit them a couple blocks away from their destination.
Lawrence Tudgeman, 17, died instantly from the impact. David Gordon on the other hand, was brought into Memorial Hospital and is being treated for injuries that have not been disclosed as of now.
The man, 25 year old, Anthony Magi, hit a tree after hitting the car and the police were called by a witness. Anthony received no injuries and was promptly arrested. He has been charged with reckless driving, driving while intoxicated, and involuntary manslaughter."
Lizzie ripped the article out of the paper and took it to her room. She opened her diary and put it inside.
A/N: Were you expecting Larry? I'm sorry for Larry fans. I didn't WANT to kill Larry. But I had to.