|posted on 15-Aug-2002 12:49:19 AM by lm_roswell|
Author's Note:Okay, this is my first time ever writing a fanfic, so you guys have to be COMPLETELY honest with me, and tell me what sucks and what doesn't. Feed back is immensely appreciated.
Problems. Every body has problems. Some are small, others not so small. Some worldwide, and others…secluded. We all have them. Life isn’t life without problems. Right?Hold it. I know. You’re thinking, is this girl for real? Just hear me out. Now, really think about this. How would the world be if we were all hunky-dory? Perfect little houses, with picket fences, a golden retriever, Mom, Dad, brother, sister, Aunt Gertrude, and you. Everyone has a job, good grades all around, and war, hunger, poverty, and famine are extinct words in the English language. Books had happy endings and shows were never cancelled. We were all just one, big, happy, sappy family. How does it sound? Good? Miraculous? Wonderful? No. More like unrealistic and boring. Very boring.
You see, God didn’t make life on earth so we could just sit around the campfire and roast marshmallows with out a care in the world. He made life so we, yes, us human beings, could learn the meaning of the word decision. Decision. Decision. Decision. Amazing word. We make decisions all the time, with out even thinking. Some are no-brainers. Nike or Adidas? French toast or pancakes? Red or blue? Yes or no? Others, take a little more noggin power. To retaliate or not? Should we pass this bill? Which college to attend? I could go on for a while. However, you get the idea. Your life is just an outcome of a few right or wrong choices. Not much than that. People’s worlds can be turned upside down or right side up in a matter of minutes. Some survive, others don’t, and you can’t sit around and wait for some one to pick you up off the ground. That is your job. The world isn’t fun and games. Your mommy and daddy are not always going to be there for you. Can you say “reality check?” Yeah, yeah, you’re like, “give me a break. Not all of us lead horrible lives with problems. There are ways you can get through, and things you can depend on. You have love, family, and friends. You know, people who care.” Whatever. See, that is where you are wrong, my dear, poor, twisted, naïve friend. Love, family, and people who care about does not equal REAL life, that equals a fairytale. Might as well add Prince Charming, Sleeping Beauty, and the Wicked Witch of the West. Sentimental people are pushovers, love is annoying, and family… well, not all of us can count on one. Definition of life: Decisions. Right or wrong. Clean-cut facts.
I am not a pessimist. I just know what is real, and what isn’t. I am certainly not a bundle of joy, but from my experience, you wouldn’t be either, if you would have gone to hell and back. Sympathy? Don’t need it, don’t want it. I’m just here to tell my story, that’s it. So, sit back and relax. Refreshments can be found in the lobby, and please turn off all cell phones and beepers, this is a no-smoking area. Roll ‘em.
Okay, please tell me if you would like me to continue or not. Thanks.
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|posted on 20-Aug-2002 6:53:17 PM by lm_roswell|
|Wow, this is so cool. Thanks so much everyone! This is my first, so, WOW! I'll get started on the rest of the story. THANKS!!|
|posted on 5-Oct-2002 11:03:56 PM by lm_roswell|
| Chapter 1 |
Newton’s Laws of Motion:
1.) Every material object continues in its state of rest, or uniform motion in a straight line, unless it is compelled to change that state by forces impresses upon it.
2.) The acceleration of an object is directly proportional to the net force acting on the object, is in the direction of the net force, and is inversely proportional to the mass of the object.
3.) Whenever one object exerts a force on a second object, the second object exerts an equal and opposite force on the first.
Very intelligent person Isaac Newton was. Extremely. See, these laws apply to everything in the universe. The earth, sun, moon and stars. You push, it moves. You pull, it moves. Friction, the force that resists relative motion. Gravity, a physical force that is responsible for interactions. Had to get hit in the head with an apple to figure that one out. All matter. It makes life easier for us to understand these concepts. At least in a physical aspect. Too bad the guy couldn’t figure out the laws that apply to your mind and a teenager’s everyday life, because I think I’d need them more.
Every action, has a reaction. For example, you accidentally spill acid in a chemistry class on the captain of the football team’s brand new shoes, and he screams like a girl. Some brain-dead jock tries to hit on you, you say no, and he doesn’t get the point, so you whatever is nearest to you and shove it in his face. Dog dies, you get a new one. Parents can’t get along, so they get a divorce. Daughter has no say in the matter, so they ship her off the boarding school. Yeah, things like that.
I love school. I do. In a way, I have to, because if I don’t, I’ll go insane. School is a place of learning. You can gain so much knowledge and understanding if you just took the time to listen once in awhile. Yes, not a very exciting way to learn, but hey, you have to make the best with what you have.
I try to spend as much time there as possible. Studying, extra curricular activities, anything. One, because I can’t stand to go home. I can’t stay in the same room with my mom for more that five minutes, before we just go at each other’s throats. I can’t handle my step-“father” who doesn’t give a damn about me. I can’t do it. Two, to get into the best university possible, I’m going to have to work my butt off. God knows, I’m going to get as far away from Seattle, Washington as possible.
My teachers are unbelievably supportive. They really understand my needs, and push me forward. They challenge me constantly, and who am I to turn down a challenge? I work to be the best. Do that additional problem, revise that paper just one more time, run that extra lap. That is my goal. See, there is something you really need to be aware of while I tell you my story. I always want to go to the next level. I want to reach my full potential. Over achiever, maybe. Brainiac? Geek? Call me whatever you want. The world is a tough place, and most don’t realize how tough. Money and power are everything. You don’t have either one, you don’t have anything. Like me. I have to prove myself, to everyone. My mom, friends, relatives…I have always had to prove myself. Nobody could ever say, “Liz Parker, I accept you just the way you are.” Never.
So I’ll say this once. I will be on top, I will show you how it’s done. Then, everyone’s going to have to prove themselves to me.
Okay, don't know if anyone is still going to read this, but here's the next part. Not my best work, but I'll try to do better next time. Hope you like it
|posted on 6-Oct-2002 6:29:18 PM by lm_roswell|
|Thank you so much for the comments. You have no idea what it means to me.|
FireflyDreamer: Aww, thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll try to get the next part out soon.
SweetLilDreamer: I really have nothing against Seattle. I live in Seattle and absolutley love it. The point I, or Liz was trying to get across was that her parents and her problems are all in Seattle, and she just really needs to get away form them. Sorry for the misunderstanding. I think Washington rocks, and thank you for the feedback. Oh, I don't think I posted a second time. I could have, don't remember.
AGAIN, thank you. I'll try to write some more soon, but please try to be patient with me. I have school and my taekwondo classes to deal with, so it may be a little while. But, I'll try.
|posted on 6-Oct-2002 6:41:00 PM by lm_roswell|
|UGH, I'm SO stupid. I didn't even know that there were more people who replied on the second page. Sorry, I have a small mind.|
LPorter, roswellluver, butterfly_girl, begonia9508, Saymi007, AlienDreamer101, marteloise, AngelOhana, and anyone else I missed, YOU GUYS ROCK!!! I can't even explain how much your comments mean to me.
If the story is a bit confusing, sorry. I'm a little confused too. I have no idea where I'm going with this, but I swear, it will become less fuzzy along the way. Thanks again, and I'll try to post soon
|posted on 9-Nov-2002 4:53:54 PM by lm_roswell|
|Okay, sorry for the delay. This isn't a really good part, but it's long. I'm trying to figure out where to go from here. I have no clue. If you have any ideas, I would love to hear them. Feedback is always welcome. Thanks.|
I have been staring at that stupid fan for almost an hour, and it’s really getting to me. It’s 6:00 right now, and I tried to stay out of the house as long as possible, but there’s only so much one person can do. Which isn’t much. So right now, I’m on my bed, looking at the stupid ceiling fan. I have tried to turn it off, but I can’t reach. Around and around it goes, where it stops, nobody knows. Unless you step on it. Or throw it against a brick wall, and watch as everything shatters into millions of pieces. Then see if it ever spins again.
The CD player is blaring Bon Jovi’s “Bounce.” It is one of the best bands, in my opinion.
Random thought are just roaming in and out of my head. My eyes wander to this picture with my dad and me. I think I’m about ten. We are standing by an oak tree, with flowers all around us…and I actually look happy. It has been a long time, since I felt that kind of peace and relief.
“ Liz, honey, could you come down for a sec?” Nancy asked her daughter wearily, from the bottom of the stairs.
I had a nice childhood, up to some extent. My dad was great. He is a criminal lawyer. The best. Could talk himself and his client out of any situation.
“Liz, now please?”
I mean, the person is caught with the knife in his hand, blood dripping from his clothes, and the body lying at his feet, and Jeff Parker would have gotten him off on some technicality.
Nancy had become a little irritated, “Elizabeth Parker…”
I used to be so afraid that some psychopath would jump me on my way home from school, and it would be the same weirdo who my dad had just released. He would always take the time to listen to me. Always. Whenever I needed him, my dad was there, no questions asked and-
Her mother was about to burst. She just couldn’t take this today. “LIZ NOW!,”
Sigh. This is practically the same routine everyday. She speaks, and I don’t respond. You think she’d go away if you ignore her. Guess not.
“COMING mom!” If I could scream any louder, I would. Believe me. The glass would explode, the ground would shake, and all the banshees around the world would flee in fright. Yup, it could happen. Right now however, I have to go meet the wrath of my darling mother. Somehow, I’m looking forward to it.
I live in a “quaint” little house. Two stories, two car garage, four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a kitchen, living room, closets etc. Why exactly we have four bedrooms is beyond me. I get one, they get the master, and the other two are just there. It’s not like we have any guests ever come over. I don’t blame them. If I was related in any shape or form to this psycho family, I wouldn’t get within ten feet of them. In which case I am, so that doesn’t help me much. However, you understand where I’m getting at. We are not exactly the “sociable” type.
Then again, it depends on what you mean by “sociable.” If it means having millions of fake, superficial people as your friends and always talking about fake, superficial nonsense, then no. But if it means having a few close friends and relatives that care about you and never forget you on their Christmas card list, then also no. “No” is really being tossed around in all my sentences. Well so what, my whole life revolves around the word “no.” “Hey Ally, want to come over Saturday?” No. “Can I have that book, it’s for a project?” No. “Will you get out of my face you moron?” No. The only time I have ever heard a “yes” is the time when I so desperately needed a “no.” “Dad, are you leaving us?” “Yes.” Oh, yeah. That was a major “yes.”
Sliding down the banister the only way to come down stairs. It’s a sleek mahogany color, and glistens when sunlight falls through the windows. You get that same feeling in the pit of your stomach that you do when riding a roller coaster. Like with one slip, this way, or that, you are a goner. In addition, my mom doesn’t like it, so why not?
Finally I arrive downstairs, and see her sitting on the couch. Black leather couch in fact. She has a thing for leather. Leather shoes, leather coats, leather furniture…I’m surprised that she doesn’t just buy a farm, and raise cows, horses, buffaloes or whatever animal you get leather from. Open up a leather store, live in a leather house, have leather pets…Uh, yeah. Back to the present, were incase you forgot, I’m either going to be severely yelled at for something, or my life is going to take a complete U-turn. My life is so predictable.
My mom looks pretty tired, with bags under her eyes and trying to stifle a yawn here and there. I don’t ever remember seeing her like this, usually she’s so energetic. Well, maybe the fact that I usually go strait to my room everyday and stay there for the rest of the time could have something to do with it. I hardly see her unless I have to. “Liz, I’ve been calling you for the past ten minutes…”
I lower my gaze. There’s a first. Having been called down many times to have these chats , most of the time she looks…well, annoyed. Not exhausted and pale. The guilt is kicking in. I have the most horrible timing. “Sorry Mom, I was just doing…stuff. It was important, a-and I also had my headphones on sooo…I couldn’t hear.” I still don’t look up, but I have this feeling that she doesn’t believe me. NO WAY .
She sighs. I hear her sigh. Big, loud, sigh. That doesn’t sound good. Whenever she does it, it’s usually a sign that whatever that’s going to come out of my mother’s mouth is not going to benefit me.
“Your father called this morning,” Nancy replied in a flat voice. Well, don’t sound too cheerful about it Mom. I wouldn’t want you to explode into Happy-Land or something. Which even in other situations, doesn’t happen too much.
I can’t think of anything to say, except for maybe the obvious. “Oh.” When I finally get the blood flowing through my brain, I can actually form larger sentences. “What did he say?”
“Um…” It looks like she either is trying to remember what he said, or trying to figure out what information to tell, and what to keep from me. “ He said hello…” Gee, you think? “ And that he would like to spend some more time with you.”
You see, since my dad lives a few states away. I can only see him during the summer and at few vacations here and there. It’s the only thing that keeps me going. My next break is in December. This is only a week away actually.
“ Yeah, well Christmas break is only a few days away.” I don’t know if she knows this. Mom doesn’t really keep up to date with my daily life.
“Liz, he wants you to stay…permanently.”
Oh. I didn’t expect that coming. A lecture on how I come home too late, or how I should get out and meet more people, yeah, but not that. I thought Dad liked living alone. I thought wrong. Well what to say? Yes? No? Maybe so? The upsides would be…I get a little peace and quiet, can see a new state, and will actually exist in my own house. Downsides? None. Well, I am going to miss Washington. I love the state, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that, for me to live comfortably, my mom and I need to be separated by, oh…a few hundred miles.
“Huh? Oh, sorry. Spaced out for a minute.”
Nancy’s face holds a blank expression. “What do you think? Do you need more time to make your decision?” She sounds hopeful. Hopeful for what?
“Nope,” I reply quickly. “I want to go.”
“Just like that? Are you sure?”
“Okay. I guess I’ll talk to your father to make the final arrangements.” Nancy gets up and heads toward the kitchen.
I lay back and think. This is such a huge step I’m taking. I mean, I visit my dad constantly, but to live with him? I don’t know. Please, don’t have me regret this. This is the one decision in which I hope I made the right choice.
|posted on 10-Nov-2002 6:54:44 PM by lm_roswell|
|I was wondering if you guys could sort of help me. How would you like Max and Liz to meet? I haven't really decided. I know that I haven't given you much to go on, sorry, but I'm really stuck. If you give me any suggestions at all, I would really appreciate it. Thanks|
|posted on 10-Nov-2002 6:55:53 PM by lm_roswell|
|OH, roswellluver, thanks for the reply. I REALLY appreciate it|
|posted on 10-Nov-2002 10:05:28 PM by lm_roswell|
|You guys are SO awesome. The feedback is the only thing that keeps me going. THANKS|