Chapter Sixteen
A/N: You know what I hate about this story? I don't use POV. And when I don't use POV, there is no detail whatsoever. I am going to use waaay more detail now. Personally, when you use POV, there is more detail because it tells the character's feelings, and their outlook on life. I'm going to use some POV in my other stories now, but for this story, I am not using POV.
Sorry this chapter is kinda short, but at least is has more detail than the other chapters...in my opinion.
Chapter Sixteen
Three years later, back in Hillridge...
Lizzie stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and her tank top had several holes in it. She had been sick for two weeks with strep throat, and she hadn't changed out of her pajamas that whole time.
For the past two years, she hadn't seen much of Miranda, since they both went to different schools. They hung out as much as they could. Lizzie introduced Miranda to her friend Kristie, who she met at her school, and and they became friends instantly. They became a trio, but with Lizzie's daughter and Kristie's son thrown in.
Lizzie picked up a brush and ran it through her hair. She turned around to go to her closet for a shirt, but stopped when she saw a small figure standing in the doorway.
"Morning, Mommy," Natalie said.
"Good morning, sweetie," Lizzie greeted.
"Today me see Ryan, Mommy?"
"Yes, sweetie, of course you'll get to see Ryan," Lizzie told her.
Ryan Ashworth was Kristie's son. He and Natalie were inseperable. They reminded Lizzie of she and Gordo when they were little.
"Yay!" Natalie cheered and clapped her hands. Her dark brown curls bounced up and down, and she looked up at her mother. "We get ice cream?"
"Yes, but not right now, later," Lizzie said as she walked over to her bed. Natalie remained in the doorway.
"Yesterday my birthday," Natalie said. She smiled.
"Yes, it was, my little angel's three years old now," Lizzie said as she smiled back. She held out her arms, and Natalie ran into her arms.
"Grandma maked cake?" she asked.
"Yes, sweetie, of course she made cake, after all, who's birthday was it yesterday?"
"Mine!"
"Yes, it is!" Lizzie said and kissed her daughter on the top of her head. At that moment, Lizzie's mother called her from downstairs.
"Lizzie! Breakfast is ready!"
"Pam-cakes?" Natalie asked, referring to pancakes.
"Uh-huh."
"Oooooh!" Natalie ran out of the room and down the stairs.
"Be careful, Natalie, no running! Mommy's gonna be down there in a minute!" Lizzie called out.
She sighed and stood up. She tripped over a couple of Natalie's toys on her way, but managed to get to her closet. She opened it up and stared at the inside of it.
I have to clean this out sometime, she thought.
There were clothes scattered everywhere, half was Lizzie's clothes and the other half was Natalie's old things. After Natalie turned two, Lizzie went into her room and she cleaned out the whole closet, taking clothes that wouldn't fit anymore, and she put them in her closet. Most of the clothes represented something in Natalie's life, like the baby blue dress she wore the day she took her first steps. Or the shirt she wore when she said her first words. Even though some of the memories weren't really big ones, Lizzie wanted to cherish everything in her daughter's life.
"MOMMY!!!!"
Lizzie snapped out of her thoughts. "I'm coming! And no screaming!" she called back to her daughter.
She reached into the closet and grabbed a red t-shirt. She pulled it over her tank top and put on her slippers, then went downstairs to join her family for breakfast.
A/N: You know what I hate about this story? I don't use POV. And when I don't use POV, there is no detail whatsoever. I am going to use waaay more detail now. Personally, when you use POV, there is more detail because it tells the character's feelings, and their outlook on life. I'm going to use some POV in my other stories now, but for this story, I am not using POV.
Sorry this chapter is kinda short, but at least is has more detail than the other chapters...in my opinion.
Chapter Sixteen
Three years later, back in Hillridge...
Lizzie stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and her tank top had several holes in it. She had been sick for two weeks with strep throat, and she hadn't changed out of her pajamas that whole time.
For the past two years, she hadn't seen much of Miranda, since they both went to different schools. They hung out as much as they could. Lizzie introduced Miranda to her friend Kristie, who she met at her school, and and they became friends instantly. They became a trio, but with Lizzie's daughter and Kristie's son thrown in.
Lizzie picked up a brush and ran it through her hair. She turned around to go to her closet for a shirt, but stopped when she saw a small figure standing in the doorway.
"Morning, Mommy," Natalie said.
"Good morning, sweetie," Lizzie greeted.
"Today me see Ryan, Mommy?"
"Yes, sweetie, of course you'll get to see Ryan," Lizzie told her.
Ryan Ashworth was Kristie's son. He and Natalie were inseperable. They reminded Lizzie of she and Gordo when they were little.
"Yay!" Natalie cheered and clapped her hands. Her dark brown curls bounced up and down, and she looked up at her mother. "We get ice cream?"
"Yes, but not right now, later," Lizzie said as she walked over to her bed. Natalie remained in the doorway.
"Yesterday my birthday," Natalie said. She smiled.
"Yes, it was, my little angel's three years old now," Lizzie said as she smiled back. She held out her arms, and Natalie ran into her arms.
"Grandma maked cake?" she asked.
"Yes, sweetie, of course she made cake, after all, who's birthday was it yesterday?"
"Mine!"
"Yes, it is!" Lizzie said and kissed her daughter on the top of her head. At that moment, Lizzie's mother called her from downstairs.
"Lizzie! Breakfast is ready!"
"Pam-cakes?" Natalie asked, referring to pancakes.
"Uh-huh."
"Oooooh!" Natalie ran out of the room and down the stairs.
"Be careful, Natalie, no running! Mommy's gonna be down there in a minute!" Lizzie called out.
She sighed and stood up. She tripped over a couple of Natalie's toys on her way, but managed to get to her closet. She opened it up and stared at the inside of it.
I have to clean this out sometime, she thought.
There were clothes scattered everywhere, half was Lizzie's clothes and the other half was Natalie's old things. After Natalie turned two, Lizzie went into her room and she cleaned out the whole closet, taking clothes that wouldn't fit anymore, and she put them in her closet. Most of the clothes represented something in Natalie's life, like the baby blue dress she wore the day she took her first steps. Or the shirt she wore when she said her first words. Even though some of the memories weren't really big ones, Lizzie wanted to cherish everything in her daughter's life.
"MOMMY!!!!"
Lizzie snapped out of her thoughts. "I'm coming! And no screaming!" she called back to her daughter.
She reached into the closet and grabbed a red t-shirt. She pulled it over her tank top and put on her slippers, then went downstairs to join her family for breakfast.