Yin-Yang
Hey, guys, remember me? I'm back. Sorry about the lack of updates but I have a cold and it
sucks. Right... hope you guy's enjoyed the twist at the end of the last chapter, cause it's getting
better. Oh... you guy's should check out the story "Hold on." It's in the Lizzie McGuire page and
should be in the first few pages. It talks well about suicide and how bad it can be. I wouldn't know
I've never thought about doing it. This chapter will take place over a period of 2 weeks. Ready? 1...
2... 3! LINKIN PARK RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time of your life(Good riddance)
Green Day
"One last question. Does he like me?"
"No"
"Oh."
"He loves you."
The words were playing around Lizzie's head like a game of tag. She was in her kitchen
making herself some lunch. 'He loves me.' How could he love her when he doesn't know her
properly? Than she remembered the rest of the conversation...
"How do you know?"
"Because the night that you were attacked, he watched over you almost all night. He fell
asleep around 2:10."
"Really?!"
"Yeah, and the strange thing is he slept like a baby for once."
"Doesn't he always?"
"No. He usually has nightmares... memories about what happened. He calls them night
demons."
"Does he have them every night?"
"Yes... but that night was different."
Lizzie was about to ask how she can help to stop them, But then she was being ushered out
the door with hurried apologies.
"Sorry,butEricwenttogethisbikeandheshouldbebackanysecond.Bye." Now that was fast
talking.
Eric was expecting to see his bike either missing or totally trashed. But, surprise, it was still
there. He hopped on and sped off, intent on telling his sis about what happened. All these years and
they still acted like they were each others best friends. In reality, they were. As Eric slowly fell into
his own world of depression and anger, he slowly lost all of his friends. Angela simply alienated all
of her old friends with her extreme happiness and giddiness. That was why they were friends as well
as siblings. Because they really understood how the other felt at all times. Angela knew why Eric
was the way he was. Same with Eric, though he didn't like how she was so happy all the time. He
pulled into the driveway and set his bike in the garage. He walked into the house expecting to see his
sister on the phone talking with her ex-boyfriend. But, another surprise, she was in the kitchen
cradling a Pepsi. "How was your day?" She asked. He went to the pantry and got a Dr. Pepper.
When he was satisfied with how cold it was he sat down at the counter opposite her, and took a long
swig, letting it wash all the way down his throat before he answered. "It sucked." He then proceeded
to tell her about his fight and how he broke that kids hand. When he was finished, he was expecting
to see a shocked look on her face. Instead, he got a smile. "What are you smiling about?" "That girl
from last night was here." His jaw dropped. Well, to him his jaw dropped. To everyone else, he
opened his mouth slightly. "What did she want?" She just got up and pulled out a bowl of spaghetti,
smiling all the while. "What did she want?" More smiles. Bigger smiles. "FOR GOD'S SAKE
ANGELA, WHAT DID SHE WANT?!?!?" Still more smiles. He had it. He walked up and twisted
her arm behind her back. "OOOOOWWWWW!!!!! OKAY, I'LL TELL YOU!!! JUST LET GO!"
He obliged. "Better." She rubbed her shoulder, checking to see if it was out of joint. "She was
asking about you."
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"Why me?"
"Probably wanted to know more about who saved her. In my opinion- "Which sucks." -she
has the hots for you."
Eric couldn't help but laugh. Out loud. Practically guffawing. It was the most ludicrous
thing he had ever heard in his life. What girl in there right mind would like him? He looked in the
mirror once and realized he looked like he belonged in a gang. Or a mental institution. Either way
he was not exactly Prince Charming. When he got his breath back, he said "This girl must have been
eating a lot of glue in kindergarten." "It's not funny! I think you might finally get a girlfriend." That
struck a nerve with Eric. "Angela... have we forgotten Carla?" That wiped the smile off her face.
"Oh, Eric, I'm so sorry. I forgot." "No kidding." Carla was a girl that had wanted to be Eric's
girlfriend. But when his mom died and he started to turn, she had betrayed him and stabbed him in
the back. He had pulled the knife out of his back and carried on... but it still hurt sometimes. "I'm
going for a walk." "Okay." He had to get out and go somewhere. He didn't get past his front yard
before a golden opportunity presented itself in the form of a football. Hitting his head. He looked to
see where it came from. And found himself staring into a pair of hazel eyes that belonged to one
Elizabeth McGuire.
Lizzie was outside playing with her little brother, Matt, when he kicked the football hard
into the air. She followed it with her eyes and saw it land on Eric's head. She ran over expecting to
be insulted with that low, venomous voice. Instead, she got something different.
"This yours?"
"Yeah."
"Your name isn't Matt... it's Lizzie."
"Well, it's his, but I was just playing with him."
"Right."
A moments silence.
"I don't suppose you would like to have it back? Or would you suppose I just stand with it
in my hands?"
"Oh, sorry."
"No problem."
She was walking away when he said something that froze her in place.
"So do you want to know about me from myself or do you want to go back to my sister?"
Hey, guys, remember me? I'm back. Sorry about the lack of updates but I have a cold and it
sucks. Right... hope you guy's enjoyed the twist at the end of the last chapter, cause it's getting
better. Oh... you guy's should check out the story "Hold on." It's in the Lizzie McGuire page and
should be in the first few pages. It talks well about suicide and how bad it can be. I wouldn't know
I've never thought about doing it. This chapter will take place over a period of 2 weeks. Ready? 1...
2... 3! LINKIN PARK RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time of your life(Good riddance)
Green Day
"One last question. Does he like me?"
"No"
"Oh."
"He loves you."
The words were playing around Lizzie's head like a game of tag. She was in her kitchen
making herself some lunch. 'He loves me.' How could he love her when he doesn't know her
properly? Than she remembered the rest of the conversation...
"How do you know?"
"Because the night that you were attacked, he watched over you almost all night. He fell
asleep around 2:10."
"Really?!"
"Yeah, and the strange thing is he slept like a baby for once."
"Doesn't he always?"
"No. He usually has nightmares... memories about what happened. He calls them night
demons."
"Does he have them every night?"
"Yes... but that night was different."
Lizzie was about to ask how she can help to stop them, But then she was being ushered out
the door with hurried apologies.
"Sorry,butEricwenttogethisbikeandheshouldbebackanysecond.Bye." Now that was fast
talking.
Eric was expecting to see his bike either missing or totally trashed. But, surprise, it was still
there. He hopped on and sped off, intent on telling his sis about what happened. All these years and
they still acted like they were each others best friends. In reality, they were. As Eric slowly fell into
his own world of depression and anger, he slowly lost all of his friends. Angela simply alienated all
of her old friends with her extreme happiness and giddiness. That was why they were friends as well
as siblings. Because they really understood how the other felt at all times. Angela knew why Eric
was the way he was. Same with Eric, though he didn't like how she was so happy all the time. He
pulled into the driveway and set his bike in the garage. He walked into the house expecting to see his
sister on the phone talking with her ex-boyfriend. But, another surprise, she was in the kitchen
cradling a Pepsi. "How was your day?" She asked. He went to the pantry and got a Dr. Pepper.
When he was satisfied with how cold it was he sat down at the counter opposite her, and took a long
swig, letting it wash all the way down his throat before he answered. "It sucked." He then proceeded
to tell her about his fight and how he broke that kids hand. When he was finished, he was expecting
to see a shocked look on her face. Instead, he got a smile. "What are you smiling about?" "That girl
from last night was here." His jaw dropped. Well, to him his jaw dropped. To everyone else, he
opened his mouth slightly. "What did she want?" She just got up and pulled out a bowl of spaghetti,
smiling all the while. "What did she want?" More smiles. Bigger smiles. "FOR GOD'S SAKE
ANGELA, WHAT DID SHE WANT?!?!?" Still more smiles. He had it. He walked up and twisted
her arm behind her back. "OOOOOWWWWW!!!!! OKAY, I'LL TELL YOU!!! JUST LET GO!"
He obliged. "Better." She rubbed her shoulder, checking to see if it was out of joint. "She was
asking about you."
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"Why me?"
"Probably wanted to know more about who saved her. In my opinion- "Which sucks." -she
has the hots for you."
Eric couldn't help but laugh. Out loud. Practically guffawing. It was the most ludicrous
thing he had ever heard in his life. What girl in there right mind would like him? He looked in the
mirror once and realized he looked like he belonged in a gang. Or a mental institution. Either way
he was not exactly Prince Charming. When he got his breath back, he said "This girl must have been
eating a lot of glue in kindergarten." "It's not funny! I think you might finally get a girlfriend." That
struck a nerve with Eric. "Angela... have we forgotten Carla?" That wiped the smile off her face.
"Oh, Eric, I'm so sorry. I forgot." "No kidding." Carla was a girl that had wanted to be Eric's
girlfriend. But when his mom died and he started to turn, she had betrayed him and stabbed him in
the back. He had pulled the knife out of his back and carried on... but it still hurt sometimes. "I'm
going for a walk." "Okay." He had to get out and go somewhere. He didn't get past his front yard
before a golden opportunity presented itself in the form of a football. Hitting his head. He looked to
see where it came from. And found himself staring into a pair of hazel eyes that belonged to one
Elizabeth McGuire.
Lizzie was outside playing with her little brother, Matt, when he kicked the football hard
into the air. She followed it with her eyes and saw it land on Eric's head. She ran over expecting to
be insulted with that low, venomous voice. Instead, she got something different.
"This yours?"
"Yeah."
"Your name isn't Matt... it's Lizzie."
"Well, it's his, but I was just playing with him."
"Right."
A moments silence.
"I don't suppose you would like to have it back? Or would you suppose I just stand with it
in my hands?"
"Oh, sorry."
"No problem."
She was walking away when he said something that froze her in place.
"So do you want to know about me from myself or do you want to go back to my sister?"