Title: Sometimes Change Is Good
Author: Jaimie
Category: M/L (Liz POV)
Rating: R
Summary: Liz and the others end up in Hartford Academy For Reckless Teens for various reasons, and have to learn to find comfort in each other.


Chapter 1:

"Sean DeLuca is guilty of statuatory rape, illegally providing alcohol to a minor, theft and illegal drug use. His sentence: 20 years in prison."

Those were the words that changed my life. Sean and I had been together since I was fourteen and he was twenty-three. He was the only one who understood me. My parents hardly noticed my existance, and I was sick of being the straight-laced little school girl.

It started out as fun and games, but things got much more serious. After six months, I lost my virginity to him, and then I started drinking. I was a wild child, sneaking out my window at night to be with him, cutting classes...

Then, my father found out, and everything came crashing down around me. Jeffery Parker is the best lawyer in New York, and if anyone was to find out about what that girl as he calls me, was doing, he would be ruined. Everything I did, he turned around on Sean DeLuca, and I got off pretty much scott free.

As if my life wasn't bad enough, that was the week I found out I was pregnant. I was going to have an abortion, but my father wouldn't allow it. In order to keep me from sneaking in to see Sean, he decided to send me off to Hartford Academy for Reckless Teens. And now, I'm standing in the middle of the lobby at this dump, feeling more and more like running away.

I walked up the stairs to room 451, I was told that I was going to have two roomates, Maria Williams and Isabel Evans. Oh boy, this was going to be a real treat. I walked into the room, and threw my stuff on the floor. There were three beds, and on one of them laid a model-like blonde chick reading the latest issue of Vouge. On the floor, there was another blonde girl, frantically flipping pages of her Chemistry textbook.

The girl on the floor popped up as soon as the door shut, and practically mauled me.

"Hi! I'm Maria! I guess you're Elizabeth"

"Liz" I said dryly.

"Well hey Liz! Welcome! That's Isabel"

I muttered something of a hello and rolled my eyes. Isabel didn't respond. Yeah, this was great, sharing a room with hyper Prozac Pixie and Ice Bitch. Why the hell did my father send me here? Suddenly I started to feel that oh so familiar wave of nausea and ran for the nearest door. Luckily, it was the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and hurled my guts out. Morning sickness, what a treat.

When I was finally through, I emerged, and Maria was standing by the door, and Isabel was looking up from her magazine.

"Mind your own God damned business" I seethed, not wanting to get into the story on why I was here.

I flopped down on the bed and stuck my headphones on, drowning out the rest of the world.

Crawling

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real


there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/I can't seem


to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
distracting/reacting
against my will I stand beside my own reflection
it's haunting how I can't seem...

to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing confusing what is real

there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing what is real
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/confusing what is real

A/N: Words are from Crawling by Linkin Park. I'm not really sure if I'm going to continue this fic, so leave me feedback if you like it.