I've decided to go in a whole different direction with the
story. So this chapter and possibly the next few chapters is going to be
just one big flashback. By the way sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've
been busy.
Flashback: The funeral.
Lizzie stood in front of her mirror staring sadly at her reflection. She was just about to go to her father and brothers funeral. Some friggen stupid freshly licensed sixteen year old driver was challenged to a car race by an enemy from school and being the idiot he was he accepted the challenge. Mr. MGuire had just picked up Matt from soccer practice when suddenly he came by speeding and crashed right into them. Mr. MGuire died instantly but Matt died shortly after arriving at the hospital. The kid didn't die but he now held the burden of being responsible for the death of Mr. MGuire, Matt, and two out of three of his friends in the car putting the third one permenately in a wheelchair.
Lizzie sighed unhappily. She was wearing a long black dress, a pair of black stockings and flat black shoes. She had black eye shadow and lipstick and had a ton of powder on her face. She looked pale and gaunt. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail with a black srunchie. She looked into the mirror once more careful to avoid eye contact. Okay, she thought. I'm ready. Taking a deep breath she walked out of the room
At the funeral Lizzie saw tons of friends, classmates and teachers of Matt. She saw friends and coworkers of her father. Not much family though both of Lizzie's parents were only children and came from small family's so other than cousin ReeRee and Lizzie's mother's parents (her fathers were both dead) she had no other realitives. Lizzie's mother had friends who were there and coworkers as well. Lizzie had no one.
To think that Lizzie was unhappy and thought she was a loser in middle school. Well at least then Lizzie had her best friends Gordo and Miranda. Miranda however choose a different route after high school started. A lot of Miranda's problems are probably due to her parents recent divorce and sudden ignorance toward her lately. Being that her home life was less than satisfying she was completely determined to make a name for herself in high school. She had plenty of names for herself too. She had a reputation for being a frickin drug infested cheap slut who would have sex with anyone for money to by drugs. Even though Lizzie never called her any horrible names or spread any rumors about her she turned against Lizzie. She used Lizzie's kindness as a way to get secrets at her so others would accept her and make fun of Lizzie instead.
Lizzie still feels all the emotional pain. She remembers everything. Every name. Every joke. Every rumor all mostly from one diary. One diary that Miranda being the evil bitch she was toke. It was a huge diary and still had many pages left before it was done. It already had many pages written on. Pages written on from as early as the seventh grade. Every thought, emotion, or feeling Lizzie had every thing that happened in her life went into the open for everyone to see. It was no longer personal everybody knew her business. Lizzie was tortured all year.
Lizzie looked around. Of course nobody from school is going to come. She thought as she looked around. She didn't see anybody. He was there though. Sitting in one of the back rows between his parents. She didn't see him though. She wasn't looking hard enough. The ceremony started soon after that. It was a quick ceremony the priest came up to talk and family and friends gave speeches about Matt and Mr. McGuire and how much they cared about them and would miss them. Lizzie didn't give a speech though. She just didn't know what to say.
After the burial once everyone had left Lizzie came back and stared at the graves. She thought she was alone. She didn't see him standing behind her watching her hold in tears. She turned and walked away not even noticing that he was still staring at her sadly. She didn't know how much he cared for her and how much he wanted to help her. She never knew.
Lizzie didn't know what she had done to deserve this. She was a good daughter, student, friend, sister, and person in general. She didn't know what she did to deserve having her father and brother taken away from her and to have her best friend turn on her and destroy her reputation all in the same year. To think that last year when she was in the eighth grade her whole family was alive and she had friends who cared about her.
Well she no longer had that. Her brother and father were both dead and she no longer had any friends. She arrived home late at night. Her mother was already asleep. Lizzie wondered if her mom had even noticed that she was gone. She doubted it. Her mom had been paying less and less attention to her lately. Lizzie went up to her room. She sat on her pain. She suddenly started crying hard. She curled herself up into a ball and cried herself to sleep.
Flashback: The funeral.
Lizzie stood in front of her mirror staring sadly at her reflection. She was just about to go to her father and brothers funeral. Some friggen stupid freshly licensed sixteen year old driver was challenged to a car race by an enemy from school and being the idiot he was he accepted the challenge. Mr. MGuire had just picked up Matt from soccer practice when suddenly he came by speeding and crashed right into them. Mr. MGuire died instantly but Matt died shortly after arriving at the hospital. The kid didn't die but he now held the burden of being responsible for the death of Mr. MGuire, Matt, and two out of three of his friends in the car putting the third one permenately in a wheelchair.
Lizzie sighed unhappily. She was wearing a long black dress, a pair of black stockings and flat black shoes. She had black eye shadow and lipstick and had a ton of powder on her face. She looked pale and gaunt. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail with a black srunchie. She looked into the mirror once more careful to avoid eye contact. Okay, she thought. I'm ready. Taking a deep breath she walked out of the room
At the funeral Lizzie saw tons of friends, classmates and teachers of Matt. She saw friends and coworkers of her father. Not much family though both of Lizzie's parents were only children and came from small family's so other than cousin ReeRee and Lizzie's mother's parents (her fathers were both dead) she had no other realitives. Lizzie's mother had friends who were there and coworkers as well. Lizzie had no one.
To think that Lizzie was unhappy and thought she was a loser in middle school. Well at least then Lizzie had her best friends Gordo and Miranda. Miranda however choose a different route after high school started. A lot of Miranda's problems are probably due to her parents recent divorce and sudden ignorance toward her lately. Being that her home life was less than satisfying she was completely determined to make a name for herself in high school. She had plenty of names for herself too. She had a reputation for being a frickin drug infested cheap slut who would have sex with anyone for money to by drugs. Even though Lizzie never called her any horrible names or spread any rumors about her she turned against Lizzie. She used Lizzie's kindness as a way to get secrets at her so others would accept her and make fun of Lizzie instead.
Lizzie still feels all the emotional pain. She remembers everything. Every name. Every joke. Every rumor all mostly from one diary. One diary that Miranda being the evil bitch she was toke. It was a huge diary and still had many pages left before it was done. It already had many pages written on. Pages written on from as early as the seventh grade. Every thought, emotion, or feeling Lizzie had every thing that happened in her life went into the open for everyone to see. It was no longer personal everybody knew her business. Lizzie was tortured all year.
Lizzie looked around. Of course nobody from school is going to come. She thought as she looked around. She didn't see anybody. He was there though. Sitting in one of the back rows between his parents. She didn't see him though. She wasn't looking hard enough. The ceremony started soon after that. It was a quick ceremony the priest came up to talk and family and friends gave speeches about Matt and Mr. McGuire and how much they cared about them and would miss them. Lizzie didn't give a speech though. She just didn't know what to say.
After the burial once everyone had left Lizzie came back and stared at the graves. She thought she was alone. She didn't see him standing behind her watching her hold in tears. She turned and walked away not even noticing that he was still staring at her sadly. She didn't know how much he cared for her and how much he wanted to help her. She never knew.
Lizzie didn't know what she had done to deserve this. She was a good daughter, student, friend, sister, and person in general. She didn't know what she did to deserve having her father and brother taken away from her and to have her best friend turn on her and destroy her reputation all in the same year. To think that last year when she was in the eighth grade her whole family was alive and she had friends who cared about her.
Well she no longer had that. Her brother and father were both dead and she no longer had any friends. She arrived home late at night. Her mother was already asleep. Lizzie wondered if her mom had even noticed that she was gone. She doubted it. Her mom had been paying less and less attention to her lately. Lizzie went up to her room. She sat on her pain. She suddenly started crying hard. She curled herself up into a ball and cried herself to sleep.