"I want to go back...NOW!" I screamed to no one in particular, as I ascended a staircase to go my room.
"Well, that's not the right attitude to have now, is it?"
I turned around hearing the distinct voice of a girl about my age, but with a British accent. I whirled around to find a very polished young woman, complete with attire from the turn of the century.
"Who are you?" I asked this complete stranger who had taken an interest in my affairs.
"May I ask you the same thing?"
"Elizabeth Mcguire. Hit and run victim."
""I did not know that we were saying how we died."
"I thought it was customary here..or something."
"Well then, I am Victoria Smith, victim of the Titanic."
My dropped open in shock.
"You were on the Titanic?"
"Yes...have you heard about that?"
She smirked, like she already knew the answer.
"Well, it was very pleasant to meet you Elizabeth."
"Please, call me Lizzie. I have a question."
"Very well then."
I wrung my hands.
"Did ever want to change someone's life after you died, because...I don't know...there life was turning into crud?"
"Many times."
"What did you do?"
"I hoped, and I watched over them."
"That's all?"
"That's all you need."
"Okay, Vickie, I will see you around then."
"Victoria."
"Very well then."
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A young girl walked down the hallways of her school, uncertain of who she had become.
"Sanchez, wait up!"
Running up to her was the notorious school bad boy, Brady Smith.
"You wanna do something tonight?"
"Sure."
She smiled flirtily at Brady and walked away slowly.
"See you tonight," she said, as she winked.
I threw my slipper at the Tv. Did she not know that Brady had the worst reputation in school? She was ruining her life.
Speaking of ruined lives, I turned onto Channel 10, Gordo's channel.
I saw him cleaning out his locker, and it made me remember of some humorous times we had, when he had not cleaned his locker for some time.
I saw him taking down the pictures on the door, and unfold his shelves. Wait. Why was he putting everything away? I immediatley thought of the worst, but then tried to reassure myself with the idea that he was going to transfer.
But still, I could not get the sight of him, walking lonely down the halls, box in hand, out of my mind.
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"Lizzie Mcguire. Room 1890674."
The lady behind the desk typed in my room number, and waited for a second.
A stack of papers popped up on the desk, and she handed them to me.
I immediately took the papers up to my room, and anxiously looked through them.
THE LIZZIE FOUNDATION
This brochure sparked my interest. I opened it quickly, wanting to know the contents.
THE LIZZIE FOUNDATION IS A SCHOLARSHIP PROGRAM CREATED IN MEMORY OF ELIZABETH BROOKE MCGUIRE.
I skimmed through the contents of the brochure, skipping qualification requirements.
CONTACT INFORMATION
KATE SAUNDERS
I dropped the brochure on the floor. I was shocked. Throughout high school, we had learned not to hate each other, but we still were not best friends.
I flipped the TV onto her channel. Nothing special, just her doing some homework in study hall.
Astonished, I put this aside and looked at my other mail.
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The young girl hopped onto the motorcycle of the boy who picked her up from her house. She laughed as she put on a helmet, and her parents watched from the window.
"I worried about her. She hasn't been the same...since...you know," Miranda's mom worried.
"Who is this boy she is with?"
"We lost her the day Lizzie died."
A tear rolled down my cheek as I watched Miranda's parents.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Hello, Lizzie. Please tell me why you left in the middle of your support meeting," Lauren said, sticking her head in my room with out.
"It's nothing."
Lauren raised an eyebrow in my direction.
"Really."
"Lauren, what did everyone that was special to you do after you died?"
She thought for a second.
"They eventually moved on, but I still linger in their hearts to this day."
"Is that like a form response or something? Because I cannot get a straight answer from anyone here."
Lauren looked at her feet for a second.
"You wanna know the truth Mcguire? You need to stop whining, and just face the facts. YOU ARE DEAD!"
My bottom lip quivered, and tears welled up in my eyes.
"I am so sorry. I'm supposed to be helping you. What's the matter?"
"My best friends...they are ruining their lives."
"Everything will be okay, Lizzie. They have someone gwatching over them. Whatever happens, they will turn out fine."
"How do you know?"
Lauren got up from my bed, and headed towards the door.
"Oh...I know."
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Miranda gulped down a shot at the minibar of the party she was attending.
"Hit me."
The bartender looked uneasily at her.
"I think you have had enough."
"I think I know when I have had enough, thank you very much," Miranda retorted, slurring her speech.
He handed her a shot, and after she gulped it down, she moved on.
Brady wrapped his arms around her.
"Hey, Miranda."
Miranda giggled and started to dance wildly. She climbed on top of the table, and danced some more.
"Miranda, the bedroom is open."
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I looked through some more of my mail, keeping the TV off on purpose.
I found a video in a mannila envelope, so I popped it into my VCR.
As the tape started to play, I saw Gordo's face on the screen.
"I tried to express my feelings in writing, but I could not. Words simply cannot express what I felt for Lizzie Mcguire. Without her, a part of me is gone, and I cannot live without that part."
The tape went to static, and my worst fears were confirmed.
No matter what Lauren said, I could not let this happen.
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Miranda and Brady both stumbled to Brady's motorcycle.
They drunkedly put on their helmets, and they started onto the road.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Brady swerved into oncoming traffic.
He did not see the car coming towards them.
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Miranda
I awoke to a completely white room. Was I in heaven? Where was I?
I then remembered what had happened the night before.
Crud.
"Miranda? Are you awake honey?"
I opened my eyes to see a doctor's face staring straight at me.
"What happened?"
"Your companion was driving drunk, and you two swerved into oncoming traffic."
Oh no.
"You have been in a coma for two weeks."
Omigod.
"We did not know if you were going to make it. Luckily you did not sustain any major injuries besides a broken wrist. It was truly a miracle. You must have someone watching over you."
Must have? I do.
"And there is just one more thing we discovered during our examination."
The doctor frowned, and I knew it was something terrible.
"You're pregnant."
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A/N: I changed the rating just to be safe. I never really know these days.
"Well, that's not the right attitude to have now, is it?"
I turned around hearing the distinct voice of a girl about my age, but with a British accent. I whirled around to find a very polished young woman, complete with attire from the turn of the century.
"Who are you?" I asked this complete stranger who had taken an interest in my affairs.
"May I ask you the same thing?"
"Elizabeth Mcguire. Hit and run victim."
""I did not know that we were saying how we died."
"I thought it was customary here..or something."
"Well then, I am Victoria Smith, victim of the Titanic."
My dropped open in shock.
"You were on the Titanic?"
"Yes...have you heard about that?"
She smirked, like she already knew the answer.
"Well, it was very pleasant to meet you Elizabeth."
"Please, call me Lizzie. I have a question."
"Very well then."
I wrung my hands.
"Did ever want to change someone's life after you died, because...I don't know...there life was turning into crud?"
"Many times."
"What did you do?"
"I hoped, and I watched over them."
"That's all?"
"That's all you need."
"Okay, Vickie, I will see you around then."
"Victoria."
"Very well then."
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
A young girl walked down the hallways of her school, uncertain of who she had become.
"Sanchez, wait up!"
Running up to her was the notorious school bad boy, Brady Smith.
"You wanna do something tonight?"
"Sure."
She smiled flirtily at Brady and walked away slowly.
"See you tonight," she said, as she winked.
I threw my slipper at the Tv. Did she not know that Brady had the worst reputation in school? She was ruining her life.
Speaking of ruined lives, I turned onto Channel 10, Gordo's channel.
I saw him cleaning out his locker, and it made me remember of some humorous times we had, when he had not cleaned his locker for some time.
I saw him taking down the pictures on the door, and unfold his shelves. Wait. Why was he putting everything away? I immediatley thought of the worst, but then tried to reassure myself with the idea that he was going to transfer.
But still, I could not get the sight of him, walking lonely down the halls, box in hand, out of my mind.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
"Lizzie Mcguire. Room 1890674."
The lady behind the desk typed in my room number, and waited for a second.
A stack of papers popped up on the desk, and she handed them to me.
I immediately took the papers up to my room, and anxiously looked through them.
THE LIZZIE FOUNDATION
This brochure sparked my interest. I opened it quickly, wanting to know the contents.
THE LIZZIE FOUNDATION IS A SCHOLARSHIP PROGRAM CREATED IN MEMORY OF ELIZABETH BROOKE MCGUIRE.
I skimmed through the contents of the brochure, skipping qualification requirements.
CONTACT INFORMATION
KATE SAUNDERS
I dropped the brochure on the floor. I was shocked. Throughout high school, we had learned not to hate each other, but we still were not best friends.
I flipped the TV onto her channel. Nothing special, just her doing some homework in study hall.
Astonished, I put this aside and looked at my other mail.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
The young girl hopped onto the motorcycle of the boy who picked her up from her house. She laughed as she put on a helmet, and her parents watched from the window.
"I worried about her. She hasn't been the same...since...you know," Miranda's mom worried.
"Who is this boy she is with?"
"We lost her the day Lizzie died."
A tear rolled down my cheek as I watched Miranda's parents.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Hello, Lizzie. Please tell me why you left in the middle of your support meeting," Lauren said, sticking her head in my room with out.
"It's nothing."
Lauren raised an eyebrow in my direction.
"Really."
"Lauren, what did everyone that was special to you do after you died?"
She thought for a second.
"They eventually moved on, but I still linger in their hearts to this day."
"Is that like a form response or something? Because I cannot get a straight answer from anyone here."
Lauren looked at her feet for a second.
"You wanna know the truth Mcguire? You need to stop whining, and just face the facts. YOU ARE DEAD!"
My bottom lip quivered, and tears welled up in my eyes.
"I am so sorry. I'm supposed to be helping you. What's the matter?"
"My best friends...they are ruining their lives."
"Everything will be okay, Lizzie. They have someone gwatching over them. Whatever happens, they will turn out fine."
"How do you know?"
Lauren got up from my bed, and headed towards the door.
"Oh...I know."
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Miranda gulped down a shot at the minibar of the party she was attending.
"Hit me."
The bartender looked uneasily at her.
"I think you have had enough."
"I think I know when I have had enough, thank you very much," Miranda retorted, slurring her speech.
He handed her a shot, and after she gulped it down, she moved on.
Brady wrapped his arms around her.
"Hey, Miranda."
Miranda giggled and started to dance wildly. She climbed on top of the table, and danced some more.
"Miranda, the bedroom is open."
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
I looked through some more of my mail, keeping the TV off on purpose.
I found a video in a mannila envelope, so I popped it into my VCR.
As the tape started to play, I saw Gordo's face on the screen.
"I tried to express my feelings in writing, but I could not. Words simply cannot express what I felt for Lizzie Mcguire. Without her, a part of me is gone, and I cannot live without that part."
The tape went to static, and my worst fears were confirmed.
No matter what Lauren said, I could not let this happen.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Miranda and Brady both stumbled to Brady's motorcycle.
They drunkedly put on their helmets, and they started onto the road.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Brady swerved into oncoming traffic.
He did not see the car coming towards them.
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Miranda
I awoke to a completely white room. Was I in heaven? Where was I?
I then remembered what had happened the night before.
Crud.
"Miranda? Are you awake honey?"
I opened my eyes to see a doctor's face staring straight at me.
"What happened?"
"Your companion was driving drunk, and you two swerved into oncoming traffic."
Oh no.
"You have been in a coma for two weeks."
Omigod.
"We did not know if you were going to make it. Luckily you did not sustain any major injuries besides a broken wrist. It was truly a miracle. You must have someone watching over you."
Must have? I do.
"And there is just one more thing we discovered during our examination."
The doctor frowned, and I knew it was something terrible.
"You're pregnant."
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A/N: I changed the rating just to be safe. I never really know these days.
