Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this routine still? For any legal problems- refer to earlier chappies!
A/N: Sorry, Sorry, and Sorry again! I've been away from the computer (my schedule has really started to pick up now that more of my extra0curriculer activities have started!) and I have had writer's block. I'm Soooooooooooo sorry for not updating sooner. Also, The modem and mouse in our computer went out, so I am currently retyping this chapter at my grandparents' house! Anyway, on to the story!
Answers to reviewer's questions
The flashbacks are to help with the whole story –you'll find out soon enough why I am torturing you with little bits of info and Lizzie and Gordo DO NOT have Miranda's diary. Neither do their kids. Miranda has her diary and I'm just telling you bits and pieces of what's in it.
- Yes, I DO know that Lizzie and Gordo were sixteen when they had the twins!
Chapter 5
The Picture
-Rose's P.O.V.-
After dinner, I went back up to the attic to get in some more cleaning before bed. I had decided not to pout my question in the box quite yet, to let one of the twins go first unless they took too long.
I surveyed the room ands was startled to see how much I had accomplished before dinner. I went over to a pile of boxes and brought the first one down. I had just sat down on the floor to go through the box when the words on the box made me wonder. I opened it up and started coughing from all of the dust that arose. After my cough attack went away, I wondered what was in the box and realized that I had not moved it a couple of years ago when I first came up here.
I pulled out yellowed pads of paper, taxes, and a picture I put all of the paper aside and looked at the picture. It was of my godmother Miranda holding tow baby girls that looked suspiciously like the twins. I pulled the picture out of the frame and looked at the back of the picture.
It said- Catalina (right) and Wendy (left) 2 days old-. I stared at the picture and then wondered why I though tat it was so odd that there was a picture of Miranda and the twins. –Miranda is my mom's best friend after all- I reasoned with myself.
As I sat there staring at the picture, I decided to go to bed early. I took it downstairs with me to my room. I put the picture, which I had carefully dusted and put back into its frame, under my pillow. Then I got into my pajamas, kissed my parents good night and went back to my room where I locked the door. I moved the picture to my desk drawer, which I locked, and climbed into bed. I lay awake for hours thinking about the picture. I didn't know what it was, but something about it made me uneasy.
Flashback- Lizzie's Diary-
Dear Diary,
... I can't believe he actually asked me! It's like a dream come true. But, I've got mixed emotions- happiness, joy, sorrow, and wonder. I'm scared also. Two? Well, I'll learn....
A/N: Short, I know, well, I'll PROBALY be updating once a week now. So, I'll TRY to make the chappies longer! Note, this is NOT a promise. Please don't send me any death threats!
Oh, I've thinking this is going to be about a 10-chapter story just to let you guys know. So, we're at the halfway point now!
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