All right everyone, here is Chapter Three! I'm sorry it took me so long to
get it up. Also: I took some liberties with Papel's eye and yes, his seeing
Lizzie through the door is meant to pay homage to the fourth Harry Potter
book. And the actual Lunch Councils come into play in the next chapter.
Read on.
CHAPTER THREE: Grudges
Twenty minutes later, as she stepped out of the teacher's lounge and started to unconsciously walk the familiar path home, Lizzie was in shock. When she woke up that morning, there was no way she could have predicted this. Her.a famous governess of the Caribbean whose name had been lost to the history books? Her.an educated lady among pirates? Even trying to comprehend that she had had a past life was hard.
As she passed the houses that she had known for all twelve years of this life, tears sprang to her eyes. I'm just being silly, she thought. Why should I be crying? This is a refreshing break from the monotony of everyday life. But she knew why water was streaming down her face. She wasn't Lizzie Duck, straight-A student and elegant mayor's daughter anymore. She was now aware of the fact that she was someone else. Someone who had been chasing pirates, Bill Burner, and that medallion thing for the past two or three hundred years. Over generations. Over lifetimes.
Also someone who was being chased herself by Barbierossa and two filthy cafeteria workers, Papel and Ravioli, the former of which had a funky eye and apparently X-ray vision. And someone who could die for stealing the medallion in her past life, as Barbierossa had so kindly explained to her.
Lizzie's head was spinning as she walked up the steps to her family's house- maybe for the last time.
~*~*~*~*~
Over the next few days at school, things did not go well. Lizzie had overheard Barbierossa threatening Bill Burner about the medallion several times, and she resented everything the principal had done to her in past lives. Apparently Bill did too, for he often rolled his eyes when explaining a perfectly reasonable school rule, or scoffed when telling Lizzie more about her past. She could find nothing to blame Doorington and Mack Swallow for, except perhaps the former's affinity for giving homework. They had actually been her allies in another time, Lizzie kept telling herself.
So Bill, Doorington, Mack, and a young girl whose biggest problem a week ago was a blouse that she couldn't breathe in prepared themselves for war against an evil pirate/principal. Nothing could go wrong now except for casualties in the actual war, Lizzie assured herself. Nothing except for the Lunch Councils finding out.
And two days later, they did.
CHAPTER THREE: Grudges
Twenty minutes later, as she stepped out of the teacher's lounge and started to unconsciously walk the familiar path home, Lizzie was in shock. When she woke up that morning, there was no way she could have predicted this. Her.a famous governess of the Caribbean whose name had been lost to the history books? Her.an educated lady among pirates? Even trying to comprehend that she had had a past life was hard.
As she passed the houses that she had known for all twelve years of this life, tears sprang to her eyes. I'm just being silly, she thought. Why should I be crying? This is a refreshing break from the monotony of everyday life. But she knew why water was streaming down her face. She wasn't Lizzie Duck, straight-A student and elegant mayor's daughter anymore. She was now aware of the fact that she was someone else. Someone who had been chasing pirates, Bill Burner, and that medallion thing for the past two or three hundred years. Over generations. Over lifetimes.
Also someone who was being chased herself by Barbierossa and two filthy cafeteria workers, Papel and Ravioli, the former of which had a funky eye and apparently X-ray vision. And someone who could die for stealing the medallion in her past life, as Barbierossa had so kindly explained to her.
Lizzie's head was spinning as she walked up the steps to her family's house- maybe for the last time.
~*~*~*~*~
Over the next few days at school, things did not go well. Lizzie had overheard Barbierossa threatening Bill Burner about the medallion several times, and she resented everything the principal had done to her in past lives. Apparently Bill did too, for he often rolled his eyes when explaining a perfectly reasonable school rule, or scoffed when telling Lizzie more about her past. She could find nothing to blame Doorington and Mack Swallow for, except perhaps the former's affinity for giving homework. They had actually been her allies in another time, Lizzie kept telling herself.
So Bill, Doorington, Mack, and a young girl whose biggest problem a week ago was a blouse that she couldn't breathe in prepared themselves for war against an evil pirate/principal. Nothing could go wrong now except for casualties in the actual war, Lizzie assured herself. Nothing except for the Lunch Councils finding out.
And two days later, they did.