The last chapter. Poor Bill, no? Anyway, like Chapter Five, this one will
be a downer. Also, the ending contains a huge twist because I was not sure
what to do. You can decide for yourself if it's a dream or an illusion or
real. And I didn't know the exact lines so I wrote as best as I could from
memory.
CHAPTER SIX: Love Across Time
A few days later, Lizzie was composing an essay for homework at her desk alone with her broken leg, annoying cast, and morbid thoughts.
The police interviews where all done. The president was in jail until his sentencing and the Lunch Councils had broken up. Mack Swallow had been ordered to attend Alcoholics Anonymous meetings and Barbierossa's suspicious role in things had lead to him being suspended from the school. Rumor was that Doorington was going to take over permanently, for he was in his element ruling the school temporarily. The rest of the school was full of hushed whispers and mournful shock. Chrissie and Melanie had distanced themselves from the disgraced Lizzie, who was hailed by the popular girls as "the cause of the hottie's death" and the Lunch Council zealots as "pure evil."
As for Lizzie herself, she was doing okay-or as okay as one whose eternity- long boyfriend who was dead could be. She kept telling herself that she had only known him for a few days, and that they would meet in the next life, but it was too much. She longed for him every minute, every second, all the time. There wasn't a day where she didn't meditate on something he had said to her. The worst thing was that this would happen again . . . and again . . . until the world came to and end and their spirits met.
Standing up and stretching, she hopped over to her bed and gazed at the sun out of the window. Reaching into the dark recesses of her memory, she tried to think of a time-days, weeks, months, years, ages ago-when she had stood somewhere else, in Bill's arms, gazing at the same sun.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of the people that stood within her now-the young girls, pirate princesses, and other nameless entities that she had been-and the noble people within Bill that had died with him.
She focused on the people that others might have been-Mack, Doorington, Barbierossa, Papel, Ravioli, maybe even Chrissie and Melanie, or her father, or the president-and who they would be. She saw new people, new places, new ideas flash by her eyes as she saw the sun brighten until she was spinning into it, blinded, dying-
Snapping out of her vision, she turned at the sound of someone knocking at her door. A familiar voice called, "Elizabeth? Still abed at this hour?"
The name that was spinning in her mind, Lizzie Duck, spun around and around until it meant no more. She was someone different and yet the same. Jumping up and throwing a robe around herself, she called back, "Just a minute!"
THE END
CHAPTER SIX: Love Across Time
A few days later, Lizzie was composing an essay for homework at her desk alone with her broken leg, annoying cast, and morbid thoughts.
The police interviews where all done. The president was in jail until his sentencing and the Lunch Councils had broken up. Mack Swallow had been ordered to attend Alcoholics Anonymous meetings and Barbierossa's suspicious role in things had lead to him being suspended from the school. Rumor was that Doorington was going to take over permanently, for he was in his element ruling the school temporarily. The rest of the school was full of hushed whispers and mournful shock. Chrissie and Melanie had distanced themselves from the disgraced Lizzie, who was hailed by the popular girls as "the cause of the hottie's death" and the Lunch Council zealots as "pure evil."
As for Lizzie herself, she was doing okay-or as okay as one whose eternity- long boyfriend who was dead could be. She kept telling herself that she had only known him for a few days, and that they would meet in the next life, but it was too much. She longed for him every minute, every second, all the time. There wasn't a day where she didn't meditate on something he had said to her. The worst thing was that this would happen again . . . and again . . . until the world came to and end and their spirits met.
Standing up and stretching, she hopped over to her bed and gazed at the sun out of the window. Reaching into the dark recesses of her memory, she tried to think of a time-days, weeks, months, years, ages ago-when she had stood somewhere else, in Bill's arms, gazing at the same sun.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of the people that stood within her now-the young girls, pirate princesses, and other nameless entities that she had been-and the noble people within Bill that had died with him.
She focused on the people that others might have been-Mack, Doorington, Barbierossa, Papel, Ravioli, maybe even Chrissie and Melanie, or her father, or the president-and who they would be. She saw new people, new places, new ideas flash by her eyes as she saw the sun brighten until she was spinning into it, blinded, dying-
Snapping out of her vision, she turned at the sound of someone knocking at her door. A familiar voice called, "Elizabeth? Still abed at this hour?"
The name that was spinning in her mind, Lizzie Duck, spun around and around until it meant no more. She was someone different and yet the same. Jumping up and throwing a robe around herself, she called back, "Just a minute!"
THE END