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A/N: Well, I know you're all probably shocked. Larry's dead. Le sigh. As I stated, I didn't want it to happen, it just seemed right. Yeah. Now I'm finally back into regular chapters. I'm so happy to be back into regular chapters. I don't like doing fillers like the journal ones. There's not much action going on in them. They're kind of boring to write and hard to do.
Reviews:
Tanguay40: Thank you for involuntary manslaughter. I put it in. On the Parker issue, I don't know yet. She might, but I don't where to fit her in. Maybe she'll come back for Larry's funeral, but with that Lizzie wouldn't see her. Getting ahead of myself. Stopping now.
Chapter 15: What To Do
That night and many after that, Lizzie hadn't slept at all, she kept reliving the moment she found out. She kept trying to decide what to do. Miranda was trying to help as well. She just wanted to see her friend be happier, but all her attempts got shot down. It seemed Lizzie had thought of every possible way and found a reason that it wouldn't work.
"Are you going to the wake tomorrow?" Miranda asked Lizzie during lunch.
"No." Lizzie replied meekly.
"Why not?"
"Wake's are to pay respects to the family. I don't know the family. Hell, I hardly know Larry."
"You could sit in the back during the funeral?" Miranda suggested.
"My mom wouldn't let me miss school for that. It's useless."
"What about Gordo? There's gotta be something you could do."
"Whaddya got?" Lizzie raised her hands in exasperation.
"Alright, since you won't visit him, you could send something to him at the hospital. It could even be anonymous if you wanted."
Lizzie sighed and paused. "Maybe."
"I got maybe! Hallelujah! Praise Jesus! Now what are you going to send him?"
"I only said maybe. And if I'm going to do this, it's going to be my choice and it won't be anonymous."
"Oh, going gutsy."
"There's no other way." Lizzie stood and threw put her trash and proceeded to go to her next class.
It was later that day, and Lizzie wasn't being very successful in thinking of what to send to Gordo.
"Flowers? Everyone sends flowers. Baked goods? What if his condition has him not eating? Axe the food. Stuffed Animal? Too girly. Letter? Letter. Yeah, letter. I can do one of those." Lizzie smiled and picked up a pen and paper.
"Do you remember me? I remember you. I'm just a girl from your past, nothing big. My name is Lizzie McGuire. It's been a few years since I last saw you or talked to you, but now, now I felt I had to do something to show you that I'm still here. I'm still there. It upsets me that a tragedy has forced me to do this, but I have to do this sometime right? Even if this is just for closure. I may get too chicken and not even get it out to you. I just hope that you actually do remember me and the time we shared. What I wanted to say was I'm sorry about everything, not just recent events. Everyone's probably saying I'm sorry. You most likely hate that phrase now. I can imagine. I really mean I'm sorry. I'm sorry about Larry, I'm sorry about you, I'm sorry you're in the hospital, I'm sorry I couldn't get the courage to find you sooner, I'm sorry that we lost touch with each other, I'm sorry for not telling you earlier. Back then, when I knew you, I was a nervous little 14 year old girl with a mild crush on a boy. I can't believe, that now, I'm finally doing this. I shouldn't be. It won't turn out well. Anyways, you may not be able to read this, you could be in a coma. Your condition is unknown. I hate that word. It is my new least favorite word. I wish it would, I don't know. I just don't like hearing it. All I hear about you is unknown condition. I'd like to know how you're recovering, if you're recovering. That's slightly morbid. I just wanted to say hi and get better. Hopefully you remember me.
-Lizzie McGuire
P.S.: You can thank the random-ness of this note to "Stream of Consciousness." It does wonders.
Lizzie quickly folded the paper and put it into an envelope.
"Mom! I'll be back soon!" Lizzie left before she could hear any objections.
She drove straight to Memorial Hospital, pulled into visitor parking and walked up to the front desk.
"May I help you?" An older woman with glasses asked.
"Yes. I was wondering if you could get this to David Gordon's room?"
"Ah, you can go do that." The woman gave Lizzie a map and outlined what desk to go to next. "Tell her what you told me and you'll be done."
"Thank you." Lizzie said as she stumbled along trying to find her way to that desk.
She got there and the lady took it and placed it in a pile.
"I hope that was the right choice."
A/N: Gordo's unknown condition revealed next!
A/N: Well, I know you're all probably shocked. Larry's dead. Le sigh. As I stated, I didn't want it to happen, it just seemed right. Yeah. Now I'm finally back into regular chapters. I'm so happy to be back into regular chapters. I don't like doing fillers like the journal ones. There's not much action going on in them. They're kind of boring to write and hard to do.
Reviews:
Tanguay40: Thank you for involuntary manslaughter. I put it in. On the Parker issue, I don't know yet. She might, but I don't where to fit her in. Maybe she'll come back for Larry's funeral, but with that Lizzie wouldn't see her. Getting ahead of myself. Stopping now.
Chapter 15: What To Do
That night and many after that, Lizzie hadn't slept at all, she kept reliving the moment she found out. She kept trying to decide what to do. Miranda was trying to help as well. She just wanted to see her friend be happier, but all her attempts got shot down. It seemed Lizzie had thought of every possible way and found a reason that it wouldn't work.
"Are you going to the wake tomorrow?" Miranda asked Lizzie during lunch.
"No." Lizzie replied meekly.
"Why not?"
"Wake's are to pay respects to the family. I don't know the family. Hell, I hardly know Larry."
"You could sit in the back during the funeral?" Miranda suggested.
"My mom wouldn't let me miss school for that. It's useless."
"What about Gordo? There's gotta be something you could do."
"Whaddya got?" Lizzie raised her hands in exasperation.
"Alright, since you won't visit him, you could send something to him at the hospital. It could even be anonymous if you wanted."
Lizzie sighed and paused. "Maybe."
"I got maybe! Hallelujah! Praise Jesus! Now what are you going to send him?"
"I only said maybe. And if I'm going to do this, it's going to be my choice and it won't be anonymous."
"Oh, going gutsy."
"There's no other way." Lizzie stood and threw put her trash and proceeded to go to her next class.
It was later that day, and Lizzie wasn't being very successful in thinking of what to send to Gordo.
"Flowers? Everyone sends flowers. Baked goods? What if his condition has him not eating? Axe the food. Stuffed Animal? Too girly. Letter? Letter. Yeah, letter. I can do one of those." Lizzie smiled and picked up a pen and paper.
"Do you remember me? I remember you. I'm just a girl from your past, nothing big. My name is Lizzie McGuire. It's been a few years since I last saw you or talked to you, but now, now I felt I had to do something to show you that I'm still here. I'm still there. It upsets me that a tragedy has forced me to do this, but I have to do this sometime right? Even if this is just for closure. I may get too chicken and not even get it out to you. I just hope that you actually do remember me and the time we shared. What I wanted to say was I'm sorry about everything, not just recent events. Everyone's probably saying I'm sorry. You most likely hate that phrase now. I can imagine. I really mean I'm sorry. I'm sorry about Larry, I'm sorry about you, I'm sorry you're in the hospital, I'm sorry I couldn't get the courage to find you sooner, I'm sorry that we lost touch with each other, I'm sorry for not telling you earlier. Back then, when I knew you, I was a nervous little 14 year old girl with a mild crush on a boy. I can't believe, that now, I'm finally doing this. I shouldn't be. It won't turn out well. Anyways, you may not be able to read this, you could be in a coma. Your condition is unknown. I hate that word. It is my new least favorite word. I wish it would, I don't know. I just don't like hearing it. All I hear about you is unknown condition. I'd like to know how you're recovering, if you're recovering. That's slightly morbid. I just wanted to say hi and get better. Hopefully you remember me.
-Lizzie McGuire
P.S.: You can thank the random-ness of this note to "Stream of Consciousness." It does wonders.
Lizzie quickly folded the paper and put it into an envelope.
"Mom! I'll be back soon!" Lizzie left before she could hear any objections.
She drove straight to Memorial Hospital, pulled into visitor parking and walked up to the front desk.
"May I help you?" An older woman with glasses asked.
"Yes. I was wondering if you could get this to David Gordon's room?"
"Ah, you can go do that." The woman gave Lizzie a map and outlined what desk to go to next. "Tell her what you told me and you'll be done."
"Thank you." Lizzie said as she stumbled along trying to find her way to that desk.
She got there and the lady took it and placed it in a pile.
"I hope that was the right choice."
A/N: Gordo's unknown condition revealed next!