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KEVIN'S POV
Nick was dead. My house was burning. Jason was escaping. Lizzie had fallen asleep. I felt betrayed, alone. But I also felt responsible. If Lizzie and I could leave this place, then we would probably be ok. Not mentally or physically, but safe from Jason. Maybe, anyway.
With every last bit of my strength, I heaved Lizzie onto my shoulders and moved as fast as I could, towards the next town over.
Eventually, I reached the edge. I laid Lizzie down on a small pile of leaves and settled down next to her in the bushes. Slowly, Lizzie's eyes opened. They seemed distant, but soon a little warmth cam back to them.
"So, where are we now?" she inquired, noticing her new surroundings, as she sat up.
"California still" I said, " Parkfield, California."
"Oh" Lizzie replied, "I've never heard of it." Her face was dirtier than usual, her frail, gaunt body revealed many bones sticking out, where she had not eaten enough. Her waist length hair was stringy and in knots, smudged through with dirt.
"It's about.let's see, an three hours from Jefferson." I explained to her, trying not to let my dizziness take over.
"Jefferson Center?" she questioned, sounding unhopeful.
"No," I told her, leaning against a tree trunk, Jefferson, it's about five minutes from Hillridge."
Lizzie's eyes widened and she gave a small squeal. Her thin features lit up, and it was the first time I had ever seen her truly smile. I didn't want to offend her, but all I could do was stare, and wonder what the heck was going on.
She looked back at me with her dark gentle eyes. "Hillridge" she began excitedly," that's where I'm from, or at least that's what I remember! I think I actually remembered something from my past.Hillridge!"
I was on the verge of blacking out but I was so happy for Lizzie, seeing as I knew and remembered were I was from and where my family was, I decided to help her go back. But that small nagging at the back of my head till bothered me. The name.Lizzie Mcguire...It sounded so familiar.
I shrugged it off and Lizzie and I discussed our plans for the next few days.or weeks.
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The next day, Lizzie and I headed out for Jefferson. I didn't know how to get to Hillridge even though I've been there before, but Lizzie insisted that once we got to Jefferson she could lead.
"I thought it was only three hours away" Lizzie muttered sarcastically pretending to look at a watch, "Oh! And what's this? Six have already gone by!"
"Hey look, when I said three hours, I meant by car!" I shot back, "ugh! Why don't we stop here for the night?"
"Sounds ok to me." Lizzie agreed, "I'm exhausted and you look terrible, you sure you feel ok?"
"Fine." I answered a little too quickly. I didn't want her to know about my.illness. I didn't want her to treat me differently.but I knew I would have to tell her sometime.
"Here." She handed me, a package of bread. She was ashamed of it, but Lizzie was a pretty good thief and shoplifter. I was ashamed we had to do it too. It was an awful thing to do, cheat people out of stuff. But it's the only way we could survive.
We settled down into the grass beneath a tree and ate in silence. I rolled over and immediately was greeted by sleep. But Lizzie stayed up.thinking.
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KEVIN'S POV
Nick was dead. My house was burning. Jason was escaping. Lizzie had fallen asleep. I felt betrayed, alone. But I also felt responsible. If Lizzie and I could leave this place, then we would probably be ok. Not mentally or physically, but safe from Jason. Maybe, anyway.
With every last bit of my strength, I heaved Lizzie onto my shoulders and moved as fast as I could, towards the next town over.
Eventually, I reached the edge. I laid Lizzie down on a small pile of leaves and settled down next to her in the bushes. Slowly, Lizzie's eyes opened. They seemed distant, but soon a little warmth cam back to them.
"So, where are we now?" she inquired, noticing her new surroundings, as she sat up.
"California still" I said, " Parkfield, California."
"Oh" Lizzie replied, "I've never heard of it." Her face was dirtier than usual, her frail, gaunt body revealed many bones sticking out, where she had not eaten enough. Her waist length hair was stringy and in knots, smudged through with dirt.
"It's about.let's see, an three hours from Jefferson." I explained to her, trying not to let my dizziness take over.
"Jefferson Center?" she questioned, sounding unhopeful.
"No," I told her, leaning against a tree trunk, Jefferson, it's about five minutes from Hillridge."
Lizzie's eyes widened and she gave a small squeal. Her thin features lit up, and it was the first time I had ever seen her truly smile. I didn't want to offend her, but all I could do was stare, and wonder what the heck was going on.
She looked back at me with her dark gentle eyes. "Hillridge" she began excitedly," that's where I'm from, or at least that's what I remember! I think I actually remembered something from my past.Hillridge!"
I was on the verge of blacking out but I was so happy for Lizzie, seeing as I knew and remembered were I was from and where my family was, I decided to help her go back. But that small nagging at the back of my head till bothered me. The name.Lizzie Mcguire...It sounded so familiar.
I shrugged it off and Lizzie and I discussed our plans for the next few days.or weeks.
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The next day, Lizzie and I headed out for Jefferson. I didn't know how to get to Hillridge even though I've been there before, but Lizzie insisted that once we got to Jefferson she could lead.
"I thought it was only three hours away" Lizzie muttered sarcastically pretending to look at a watch, "Oh! And what's this? Six have already gone by!"
"Hey look, when I said three hours, I meant by car!" I shot back, "ugh! Why don't we stop here for the night?"
"Sounds ok to me." Lizzie agreed, "I'm exhausted and you look terrible, you sure you feel ok?"
"Fine." I answered a little too quickly. I didn't want her to know about my.illness. I didn't want her to treat me differently.but I knew I would have to tell her sometime.
"Here." She handed me, a package of bread. She was ashamed of it, but Lizzie was a pretty good thief and shoplifter. I was ashamed we had to do it too. It was an awful thing to do, cheat people out of stuff. But it's the only way we could survive.
We settled down into the grass beneath a tree and ate in silence. I rolled over and immediately was greeted by sleep. But Lizzie stayed up.thinking.