The last bell rang and Lizzie was glad to leave school. She stuck a note on Miranda's locker that she would walk home alone. Lizzie strolled down the sun bathed street not noticing how cheery the afternoon was. Very sunny except for a few light gray clouds there and here. She walked into the house slamming the front door.
"Lizzie is that you?" her mothers voice drifted from the kitchen" How was school?"
"Fine" Lizzie lied and ran upstairs. She closed the door behind her and fell on the bed. She stared up at the ceiling. How did everything happen? She tried hard to recall everything. Rome...the remainder of the summer...the past days. Everything seemed like a dream. All blurry and fogy and unreal.
I don't understand
This should be so easy
To just reach out my hand
And know the word's feel
But nothing's what it seems
Oh I can tell you freely
Touching is not the only way to feel
Her thoughts wondered all over the place. She tried to analyze every situation and ended up confusing herself. Nothing fit. What did he want?! He could make a great actor. He had even fooled her into thinking that he was attracted to her. Or was he just such a flirt that he was attracted to any decent looking girl around? I seemed too complicated. And Lizzie gave up. She figured she could never figure him out and why every time he made her heart forgive and forget and fall for him over and over.
When the rain falls it's like heaven crying
When the names all
The difference that there is
Then tears are the same when they are trying to grow something good
Out of all the pain
There's no difference between the teardrops and the rain
Lizzie looked out the window. It ha started to drizzle. She sighed propping her chin on her folded arms. Suddenly the phone rang. Lizzie looked at the receiver and slowly, as though she was on autopilot picked it up. "Hello" her voice rang in the stillness of the room.
"Lizzie it's Paolo" the familiar voice answered her quite coolly.
"I don't want to speak to you" she said.
"You skipped detention huh?"
'Detention?' Lizzie though an then hit for forehead. She had completely forgot.
"What is it to you?" she asked not sure if she should just hang up on him.
"Nothing" he answered. Almost laughed "Listen I was suppose to leave next week but I figured it wouldn't really matter that much. I hadn't really made really good friends...Isabella's presents annoys me....and you think I started a roomer about you...so I'm leaving in two hours...just thought you should know. Ciao."
"Well good!" Lizzie said but she found herself talking to the steady beeps indicating that Paolo had already hung up the phone.
I know you proudly say
That I'm just talking crazy
To think of life that way
Means that I'm confused
There's happy and there's sad
And maybe yes just maybe
The sadness can make the happiness more true
Lizzie put down the receiver only to pick it up after a second. This time it was Miranda. "Lizzie! I have big news!"
"I'm not really in the mood Miranda."
"Well...trust me you'll want to know this."
"Fine what is it?"
"Listen that roomer at school...that's not Paolo's fault it was Kate's!"
"What!" Lizzie almost jumped.
"Yes I overheard her talking with Clare about it."
"Are you sure? Oh Miranda he's leaving in two hours because of all this...at least I think that's why he's leaving. I have to go." Lizzie hung up. The she flopped down on the bed and cried. Everything was turning out wrong!
