Chapter Twenty Four

A/N: Hey. Could you do me a favor and review this chapter please? I love reading them. Also, I wanted to get past the 100 mark.....I've never gotten 100 reviews before, so yeah. Here's the next chapter!

Chapter Twenty Four

Ten years later...

Seventeen-year-old Natalie Gordon sat in her desk at school. She payed close attention to the old man standing at the front of the room, who was scribbling down math problems on the blackboard. She looked down at her notebook, which had random thoughts and notes written down.

Stuff to Do

call Ryan

Thursday: go to movies with Claire and Dierdre while Dad and Brooke go to doctor's to pick up those lame pregnancy booklets

miss charlton reeks of fish

i don't get why Brooke and Dad keep trying to have a kid. she's had three miscarriages, i bet them anything that she's gonna have another one this time.

Diana Rogers is a huge suck-up b!tch

"Yo, Natalie," Jason Hartman whispered from behind her.

Natalie turned around. "What?"

"Wanna go out with me tonight?"

"No. I have a boyfriend, for the 20th time this month," Natalie whispered back and turned her attention back to the lesson.

Natalie Gordon had grown up to be one of the hottest girls in her high school. She had cut her hair to just below her shoulders, and it was layered. Her hair wasn't anything like her father's curls. She had straight hair, thank God. All of the boys kept asking her out, but no, she had a boyfriend.

His name was Ryan Ashworth.

When Natalie was seven, Ryan and his family had moved to Massachusetts, and when Natalie came to live with her father, she ended up in the same city as Ryan. On Natalie's first day at her new school, Ryan was in her class. She told him the whole story of what had happened to her mother. Ryan's mother, Kristie, met Gordo, and they became very good friends. Then the Gordon's bought a house two doors down from the Ashworths, so everything was good.

But no one had heard from anyone in the past ten years. Miranda hadn't called, the Sanchez's, nor the McGuires. So everyone in Massachusetts figured that they probably took Lizzie off life support or something, and that she was dead.

Suddenly, the bell rang, signalling the end of class. Natalie gathered her things and left the room. She wandered outside, where she saw her friends Claire Watson and Dierdre Hill sitting at their usual lunch table. Natalie rushed over to them and plopped down beside Claire. She pulled out her lunch from her bag and pulled out a Coke, a container of salad, an apple, a bag of Lays, and some kiwi fruit. She didn't buy lunch from the school cafeteria. The old lunch ladies served un-edible stuff. Today, they were serving 'Taco Surprise.' No one ate it, so everyone packed their own lunches.

"So, who asked you out today?" Claire asked.

"Jason Hartman," Natalie stated, opening her can of Coke.

"Oooh, he is such a hottie," Dierdre said. She unzipped her lunch bag, and pulled out a brownie. She bit into it and chewed slowly.

"You always eat your dessert first," Claire said to Dierde. She tapped her Thermos with a spoon.

"Duh," Dierdre replied.

Dierdre and Claire were complete opposites. Claire had long auborn hair, that was curly. She kept her fingernails trimmed, and her teeth clean. She ate hardly any junk food, she exercised every day, and showered every day. She kept her clothes organized, her books organized, and everything else organized. She wore clothes that didn't show off too much skin, and none of her attire had a single wrinkle in it.

Dierdre, on the other hand, wore her long blond hair in a loose ponytail each day. She took showers three times a week, she bit her fingernails to stumps, and her clothes were baggy and loose on her. She ate tons of junk food, so she was on the chunky side.

"You should eat healthy food," Claire said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, you keep repeating this every single day! So shut up," Dierdre murmured. Her mouth was full of brownie.

"Alright, guys, let's just be quiet so I can eat in peace," Natalie said. She laughed.

The three friends started laughing. Suddenly Claire said, "Did you hear about our stupid English assignment we have?"

"No," Natalie said, "What's it about?"

"We have to write an autobiography," Dierdre chimed in, "You're gonna have to do it, too."

"Everyone has to do it, you have English next period, you'll learn more about it," Claire said.

"You have to write about your dad, and your mom, and all the other stupid stuff that no one cares about," Dierdre told Natalie.

"Aw, man," Natalie groaned. "That's lame. Besides, I barely know anything about my mom. And I'm going to have to say that I was born when my parents were sixteen."

"It is so not lame!" Claire said, "I bet it's going to be fun writing about your dad!"

"Why?" Natalie asked.

"Because..." Claire began.

"You're dad is so hot!" Both Dierdre and Claire stated as if Natalie was stupid.

"Ew! No he's not! Besides, he's married!" Natalie nearly shouted.

"We know that," Claire replied.

"But he's so cute," Dierdre sighed. She batted her eyelashes, then took a sip of Coke. "I have a poster of him in my room, taped up right in front of my bed, so I can look at him all night."

"You guys are creepy! Let's just not talk about this anymore," Natalie said with a disgusted look on her face. "Besides, the bell's gonna ring soon. I'm gonna go get a good seat for English."

She gathered her things, then picked up her trash and stood up. She headed into the building, and right after she disappeared, Claire pulled out a magazine with a picture of David Gordon on the cover. Dierdre smiled, and Claire handed it over, so her friend could read the article about the famous director.