Dancing on the Moon With You
Disclaimer: I own nothing
*** Sorry I took so long to write another chapter! I took a break from ff.net. (
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"Oh my God." I choked out. "Oh my God, Gordo. Please, Gordo."
"What, Miranda, what?" Gordo said. "Tell me what's wrong!"
"I got hurt Gordo." I sobbed. "I got hu-hu-huuurt."
"Where are you?" he said frantically. "Lizzie's with you, right?"
"I un nooooo whheeeere im aaaaaaat." I cried.
"I can't understand you," he said. "Talk clearly."
"I don't know!" I screamed.
"Well then look for a street sign!" he yelled right back.
"I'm so sorry Gordo. I shou-shouldn't have yelled." I sniffled, and then looked around for a street sign. "Bluegail. Bluegail Avenue. I'll be right there, Miranda. You and Lizzie, just stay right there."
And he hung up. I walked over to where Lizzie was sitting on the curb. I put my arm over her shoulders and told her everything would be all right, Gordo was coming. She looked at me, sniffled, and threw up all over my bare feet. I had no shoes on, and neither did Lizzie. We had left them in the party house. I in turn, threw up on the curb, which prompted Lizzie to pass out in my arms.
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I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a strange room, and Lizzie was lying next to me, sleeping. I remembered last night, and immeadiately looked at my feet for throw up. They were clean. I rubbed my eyes, and took a look around the room. We were in the guest room at Gordo's house.
I heard footsteps in the hallway, so I sat up in bed. Gordo's head popped in, and he gave me a sad sort of half-smile.
"You up?" he asked nicely.
"Yeah," I said.
And then I burst into tears.
***
I was at home, in my own bed. It had been two weeks since that night, that horrible night.
Nikki was dead.
She had been drugged, raped, and left at that party. Me and Lizzie identified some of the guys who had been in the room with her at the party, but somehow, our parents still didn't know what was going on. They just thought a girl at school had been killed and we were called in for questioning because we were close to her. My Tia Luisa took us to the police station. She's more of a mom to me than my own is.
Lizzie is like me. We cried a lot, and we spent as much time together as possible. Gordo forgave us, even as nasty as I was to him that day.
But my parents still treat me the same.
Like I'm not there.
***
I have a great idea for this story's following chapters, so I'm gonna write more! Sorry this chapter was sluggish, but I couldn't find real inspiration. It will get better, I PROMISE!
REVIEW!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing
*** Sorry I took so long to write another chapter! I took a break from ff.net. (
***
"Oh my God." I choked out. "Oh my God, Gordo. Please, Gordo."
"What, Miranda, what?" Gordo said. "Tell me what's wrong!"
"I got hurt Gordo." I sobbed. "I got hu-hu-huuurt."
"Where are you?" he said frantically. "Lizzie's with you, right?"
"I un nooooo whheeeere im aaaaaaat." I cried.
"I can't understand you," he said. "Talk clearly."
"I don't know!" I screamed.
"Well then look for a street sign!" he yelled right back.
"I'm so sorry Gordo. I shou-shouldn't have yelled." I sniffled, and then looked around for a street sign. "Bluegail. Bluegail Avenue. I'll be right there, Miranda. You and Lizzie, just stay right there."
And he hung up. I walked over to where Lizzie was sitting on the curb. I put my arm over her shoulders and told her everything would be all right, Gordo was coming. She looked at me, sniffled, and threw up all over my bare feet. I had no shoes on, and neither did Lizzie. We had left them in the party house. I in turn, threw up on the curb, which prompted Lizzie to pass out in my arms.
***
I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a strange room, and Lizzie was lying next to me, sleeping. I remembered last night, and immeadiately looked at my feet for throw up. They were clean. I rubbed my eyes, and took a look around the room. We were in the guest room at Gordo's house.
I heard footsteps in the hallway, so I sat up in bed. Gordo's head popped in, and he gave me a sad sort of half-smile.
"You up?" he asked nicely.
"Yeah," I said.
And then I burst into tears.
***
I was at home, in my own bed. It had been two weeks since that night, that horrible night.
Nikki was dead.
She had been drugged, raped, and left at that party. Me and Lizzie identified some of the guys who had been in the room with her at the party, but somehow, our parents still didn't know what was going on. They just thought a girl at school had been killed and we were called in for questioning because we were close to her. My Tia Luisa took us to the police station. She's more of a mom to me than my own is.
Lizzie is like me. We cried a lot, and we spent as much time together as possible. Gordo forgave us, even as nasty as I was to him that day.
But my parents still treat me the same.
Like I'm not there.
***
I have a great idea for this story's following chapters, so I'm gonna write more! Sorry this chapter was sluggish, but I couldn't find real inspiration. It will get better, I PROMISE!
REVIEW!!!!!!!!