The Truth about Lizzie
A girl walked into the Crashdown, she was wearing thick black heavy-looking boots, worn ragged thin cheap-looking jeans, a couple layers of sweaters, a spiked collar that matched her studded belt, and long hair that was different colors tied lazily into a knot at the base of her head with strands hanging loose, and her overall appearance was that of a girl who had not seen a shower in days. Let alone a bath. Apart from her tough girl ensemble, she looked quite small and fragile. Maybe, it was because she seemed to disappear into her clothes, or because her eyes were searching. Searching for what? Even she wasn't quite sure, until.
Max's POV
Max Evans was aware of someone staring at him; he ignored it until the eyes in question seemed to burn through him. At that point, he stopped his conversation with his sister, and his on-again-off-again girlfriend Tess. His best friend, Michael was in the bathroom. Max looked towards the direction of the gaze, and saw a girl, though he couldn't tell much about her because of her baggy clothes, the dirt smudges on her face, and her unruly hair; though she did attract attention, due to her uncommon clothing style and her strangeness in relation to the citizens of the town. Max didn't know why she was staring at him, and was just about to turn around when he realized the girl was coming toward him. He had no idea what to do, what to say to her. *maybe she was walking in his general direction, not necessarily towards him.* Luckily Max was spared the confusion of the situation because Maria Deluca, a waitress at the Crashdown, stopped the girl in mid-step and said "Can I take your order?" At the girl's silence Maria repeated "Can I take your order, please?" The girl still said nothing, and Maria was getting frustrated. "Look, if you're not going to order anything maybe you should leave." Just then, Michael stepped out of the bathroom, heard what was going on, and cut Maria off by saying "lay off Maria, leave her alone. Can't you see you've scared her half to death!?!" Maria looked flabbergasted, made a squeak noise, then turned on her heel and went into the kitchen. Michael didn't even look at the girl, and sat down next to Isabel in our booth.
Michael told a story about an elephant, a jungle, and mouse and soon the whole table was laughing so hard they all forgot about the stranger. Until, she came over to the booth and pulled up a seat. She didn't say anything, or even ask to sit down she just made herself comfortable. When the joke was finished, she started laughing harder than all of us, and kept on laughing even after we all quieted down. She had a nice laugh, with occasional snorts and chuckles. We all started staring at her, until she notice we were looking at her; then she calmed down and simply sit there. Isabel was the first to break the silence "What are you doing? Did we invite you to sit with us? No, get lost punk!" "Isabel!!!!!" I couldn't let her be rude. "What, she thinks she can sit with us because Michael stuck up for her?!? Michael saw a chance to fight with Deluca and couldn't resist; nothing else to it." I couldn't believe she just said that, even Michael, who was used to her ice queen antics, looked shocked. Tess didn't really react much at all, she was rather indifferent.
"Geez Izz, cawm duh fuck down, ya gonna giv yuhself a stroke er sumtin'." We were all shocked, this quiet girl just started speaking with a heavy New York accent, and she was loud too. At first she seemed fragile, and meek; but now she seemed confident and self-assured. She also, had a sarcastic sense of humor. "Tanx Max, fer standin' up fer me agains the queen beeyatch o'er dere." *Isabel looked like she was ready to explode and. wait a minute. How did she know my name, no one mentioned it!* Michael must have had the same thought because he said "Hey, how did you know his name?" "I know all youse names: Max, Isabel, Michael and Tess." "How." She just smirked in answer, not in an evil way, but in a secretive way. "Do we know you?" I asked. "No, but I know youse." "Huh?" "Youse not askin the right questions." "For example." "What duh you want from us? What ah youse doin' heah?" "Okay, What do you want form us? What are you doing here?" "Well, as it so 'appens I'm heah tuh help ya." "Help us how?" "I gots info you might find useful." "What kind of info.?" "Wouldn' you like tuh know." Michael got an angry look in his eye. "Yes, actually I would." "Arright, its about extruh terestral stuff." "O, you're one of those psycho tourists." "Nah, I happen tuh know about youse. A lot mow than youse know about yoselves." "What do you mean?" She slowly looked around the restaurant which was now deserted except for the four of us. "I know youse aliens, you don't gotta pretend."
Quick as lightening Michael's hand shot up, and a blast of power shot out from his hand before I could stop him. I wanted to yell out, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. I turned away waiting to hear the blast hit. but it never came. There was no smell of scorched flesh either. I turned slowly to Michael, expecting to see remorse or anger, but instead he looked surprised. I forced myself to look at her body. What I saw amazed me, she had put up a bright green shield to protect herself, and her hand was out to keep the barrier in place. She was perfectly fine, but she seemed rather amused. I asked "What are you?" "Ya haven't even asked who I am yet, that ain't very polite." I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could make any noise she said "the name's Liz."
A girl walked into the Crashdown, she was wearing thick black heavy-looking boots, worn ragged thin cheap-looking jeans, a couple layers of sweaters, a spiked collar that matched her studded belt, and long hair that was different colors tied lazily into a knot at the base of her head with strands hanging loose, and her overall appearance was that of a girl who had not seen a shower in days. Let alone a bath. Apart from her tough girl ensemble, she looked quite small and fragile. Maybe, it was because she seemed to disappear into her clothes, or because her eyes were searching. Searching for what? Even she wasn't quite sure, until.
Max's POV
Max Evans was aware of someone staring at him; he ignored it until the eyes in question seemed to burn through him. At that point, he stopped his conversation with his sister, and his on-again-off-again girlfriend Tess. His best friend, Michael was in the bathroom. Max looked towards the direction of the gaze, and saw a girl, though he couldn't tell much about her because of her baggy clothes, the dirt smudges on her face, and her unruly hair; though she did attract attention, due to her uncommon clothing style and her strangeness in relation to the citizens of the town. Max didn't know why she was staring at him, and was just about to turn around when he realized the girl was coming toward him. He had no idea what to do, what to say to her. *maybe she was walking in his general direction, not necessarily towards him.* Luckily Max was spared the confusion of the situation because Maria Deluca, a waitress at the Crashdown, stopped the girl in mid-step and said "Can I take your order?" At the girl's silence Maria repeated "Can I take your order, please?" The girl still said nothing, and Maria was getting frustrated. "Look, if you're not going to order anything maybe you should leave." Just then, Michael stepped out of the bathroom, heard what was going on, and cut Maria off by saying "lay off Maria, leave her alone. Can't you see you've scared her half to death!?!" Maria looked flabbergasted, made a squeak noise, then turned on her heel and went into the kitchen. Michael didn't even look at the girl, and sat down next to Isabel in our booth.
Michael told a story about an elephant, a jungle, and mouse and soon the whole table was laughing so hard they all forgot about the stranger. Until, she came over to the booth and pulled up a seat. She didn't say anything, or even ask to sit down she just made herself comfortable. When the joke was finished, she started laughing harder than all of us, and kept on laughing even after we all quieted down. She had a nice laugh, with occasional snorts and chuckles. We all started staring at her, until she notice we were looking at her; then she calmed down and simply sit there. Isabel was the first to break the silence "What are you doing? Did we invite you to sit with us? No, get lost punk!" "Isabel!!!!!" I couldn't let her be rude. "What, she thinks she can sit with us because Michael stuck up for her?!? Michael saw a chance to fight with Deluca and couldn't resist; nothing else to it." I couldn't believe she just said that, even Michael, who was used to her ice queen antics, looked shocked. Tess didn't really react much at all, she was rather indifferent.
"Geez Izz, cawm duh fuck down, ya gonna giv yuhself a stroke er sumtin'." We were all shocked, this quiet girl just started speaking with a heavy New York accent, and she was loud too. At first she seemed fragile, and meek; but now she seemed confident and self-assured. She also, had a sarcastic sense of humor. "Tanx Max, fer standin' up fer me agains the queen beeyatch o'er dere." *Isabel looked like she was ready to explode and. wait a minute. How did she know my name, no one mentioned it!* Michael must have had the same thought because he said "Hey, how did you know his name?" "I know all youse names: Max, Isabel, Michael and Tess." "How." She just smirked in answer, not in an evil way, but in a secretive way. "Do we know you?" I asked. "No, but I know youse." "Huh?" "Youse not askin the right questions." "For example." "What duh you want from us? What ah youse doin' heah?" "Okay, What do you want form us? What are you doing here?" "Well, as it so 'appens I'm heah tuh help ya." "Help us how?" "I gots info you might find useful." "What kind of info.?" "Wouldn' you like tuh know." Michael got an angry look in his eye. "Yes, actually I would." "Arright, its about extruh terestral stuff." "O, you're one of those psycho tourists." "Nah, I happen tuh know about youse. A lot mow than youse know about yoselves." "What do you mean?" She slowly looked around the restaurant which was now deserted except for the four of us. "I know youse aliens, you don't gotta pretend."
Quick as lightening Michael's hand shot up, and a blast of power shot out from his hand before I could stop him. I wanted to yell out, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. I turned away waiting to hear the blast hit. but it never came. There was no smell of scorched flesh either. I turned slowly to Michael, expecting to see remorse or anger, but instead he looked surprised. I forced myself to look at her body. What I saw amazed me, she had put up a bright green shield to protect herself, and her hand was out to keep the barrier in place. She was perfectly fine, but she seemed rather amused. I asked "What are you?" "Ya haven't even asked who I am yet, that ain't very polite." I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could make any noise she said "the name's Liz."