JadeCape

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=Here are some quotes that really inspire me:= = "We must become the change we want to see". - Mahatma Gandhi = = "Be present, it is the only moment that matters."- Author Unknown = = "It's not about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain."-Author Unknown = = "I'm not a fighter, I'm a lover, but I'll fight for what I love."- Author Unknown = = = = =

= = ==== This is a story that I started in November and continued to write it throughout the year. I have always wanted to post it on the wiki, but never had the time. I will hopefully continue to add on until the end of the school year. I know it's long but if you wouldn't mind take a few minutes to read it and let me know what you think! Thanks :) ==== By the way, if anyone has an idea for the title feel free to put it on the discussion page.

=__**Chapter 1**__ =

I was sitting next to a girl I had never met before, Anna. Apparently she was really good friends with my brother. I mean really good friends, like dating. She said, “Can I ask you something, Lizzy?” “Anything”, I said. “Do you know why your brother has been so upset lately?” The answer I was about to give was the one I had told so many times before. “It's probably because of an anniversary that's coming up. And it’s not a good one. It happened six years ago on April 13th, 2003, by the way is wasn't a Friday. I was seven years old and my brother was ten. My mom, dad, brother, and I were driving down to my Aunt Mary's house. We were going down to see her, it was her birthday.” My lip was trembling. ‘I'm not going to cry’, I thought, ‘I’m not going to cry.’ I continued, “The car ride was silent. My mom and dad had been fighting all day, Luke and I didn't know why, we still don't. My dad was started to call my aunt to let her know that we would be there soon. My mom immediately started saying ‘Don't talk and drive, your gonna get us in a car accident. Ask one of the kids to do it.’ My dad hung up the phone and just stayed quiet. My mom continued, ‘So what now you’re going to ignore me.’ As you could tell she couldn't control her temper very well. Dad was angry then. They were going at each other yelling, screaming. My brother and I were just watching hoping things would get better, or at least I was. Our car starting shifting and I was screaming at my dad telling him we were moving. He ignored me, telling me to stay out of it, as if I was trying to get in the fight.” I started crying then. “You don't have continue,” Anna said. I took a deep breath. “I started the story, so I should finish it.” I went on. “The car moved into the other lane and a truck was about to crash into us.” “My dad tried to swerve out of the way, but the truck continued and crashed right into us. I got hit and I crashed into Luke. The truck exploded, and I could tell my dad was not breathing my mom was badly injured. Luke and I were hurt, but we were alive. Luke got out his cell phone and called 9-1-1.” “Within minutes ambulances, cop cars, and fire engines were surrounding us. We all brought to the hospital. Luke had a broken arm; my whole left side was trashed. My mom had third degree burns, a broken arm, and a concussion. My dad had sadly passed away.” I was sobbing. “After a couple days Luke and I were let out of the hospital with casts, bruises, and a few minor burns. We stayed with my aunt for a few weeks while my mom was still in the hospital. We visited her every day hoping she would get better. The doctors told us she wouldn't make it, because of all her emotional and physical injuries. The worst part was she didn’t remember anything before the crash including us and our dad. About two weeks after the crash they told us she passed. A week later we had a funeral for both of them.” “Aw, Lizzy I'm so sorry. I didn't know.” Anna bowed her head in embarrassment. “I'm so sorry.” I sniffled, “It’s completely okay. You would have known sooner or later. There's still more to the story. We missed school for two months and stayed with my Aunt Mary, mourning and sobbing. She told us that we had a decision to make. Our parents hadn't left a will so technically we couldn't stay with our aunt unless she adopted us. After endless nights and days of talking we finally decided to stay with our neighbors, that way we could keep some things the same in our lives. We both promised our aunt that we would visit often and call every weekend and about two and a half months later we moved here. We continued to live our lives with a loving family and we even received a new little sister. And that's our story.” And as if on cue Luke walked in the door. “Hey”, he said to us, “I see you've met each other.” “Yeah, I was just telling her about, the day, you know.” I said. Luke's cheerful smile slowly faded. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Anna quickly said, “I didn't know that was going to be the answer. If I did I wouldn't have asked. I'm so sorry.” Her head hung of embarrassment. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“It’s really okay,” I said answering for Luke. He was in a daze about to start crying. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I'll go home”, Anna said as she stood up. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Luke stopped her. “No, wait, don't leave, its okay.” He took her upstairs leaving me alone with my thoughts. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">My little sister walked in. “Hey, Jade what’s up?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I’m going shopping with mommy to get new shoes.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Really, that's so cool.” I said acting all excited. Diana, the lady who took us in, came downstairs. She’s married to James and they had an adorable little girl, Jade. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Do you want to come with us?” Diana asked. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“No thanks,” I said, “I think Katherine's going to come over if it's okay with you.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“It's perfectly fine with me, honey. Come on, let's go Jade.” Jade hugged me and ran off with Diana. After they left I called Katherine telling her to come over. She was here within five minutes. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I told the story, again.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">She knew how to handle this situation. “Instead of thinking about this, how about you help me with one of my problems.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">"It's about Liam.” She is obsessed with the guy and I understand why because this kid is extremely cute. And almost every girl fantasizes about going out with him, even I had a phase. The problem: She’s has a phase longer than anyone in the school. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“How did you know?” she asked smiling, “Do you think I should ask him to the dance on Friday?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Isn’t he going with Chelsea?” I said in a snobby voice. If you hadn't already guessed, Chelsea is the head of the cheerleading team, a snobby blonde, goes out with all the cutest guys in school, and to top it off, she hates us. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">She said, “He hasn't talked to her in a while. I think they broke up.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Well there's your chance and you may not get another one. I would make your move now.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Now, as in right now.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Yeah, your time is ticking. Call him.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“K,” she said as searched through her pockets. “I guess I left my phone at home. I'll let you know the verdict.” I wished her luck and she left. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Minutes later Anna came down, said goodbye, and left too. My brother closed the door behind her and came to sit down next to me. “So you told her, huh.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“She asked,” I responded, “I wasn't going to leave her hanging.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“She interrogated me all week last week. I think that’s why she felt so bad when she heard the answer.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I cried to whole time. How do I stop? I've thought about it every day and I've told so many people. I don't understand.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“They're our parents, we're always going to feel sad when you think or talk about them.” We sat there, in silence for a few minutes and then the phone rang. I got up to see who it was, Aunt Mary. I answered it needed to talk to her. Luke motioned me to put it on speaker. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Hi, Lizzy?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Yeah and Luke too.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Okay good. Look I have something important I need to tell you guys.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I made serious eye contact with Luke.

**__<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">Chapter 2 __**

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">My aunt continued. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I went for my daily doctors' check -up a few days ago,” she took a deep breath, “And I found out...” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“What did you find out Aunt Mary?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Another deep breath came through the phone.”This isn’t going to be easy for you guys but I have small form of cancer.” Silence filled the room. “Hello, are you still there?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Still here,” Luke answered, “In shock, but still here.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“The doctors said they should be able to get everything out in one treatment and I would be clear. Oh, someone's at the door. I'll talk to you later, okay. I promise everything will be fine.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">She hung up and I just looked at Luke. “We can't lose her too.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Don't worry we won't.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“How can you be sure?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“It's like dad used to say 'I just know.'”

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">This was Katherine's exact text message to me: ‘YES! He said yes. What do I do? OMG, what should I wear?’ That was only about 1/16 of the whole message. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I could already tell the rest of the next week was going to be plenty painful.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">The next day started out great. I got up, had French toast for breakfast (my favorite) and got ready for school. I headed to the bus and everything seemed perfectly fine, until I took one step in the school. It started with the dreadful, disappointing, depressing evil stares. Well, they weren't all evil. Some were smiles, some were creepy stares, some were some up-down-wink and smile glances from guys (Katherine calls these guy fantasy stares), and others were just puzzled stares. ALL day I had to live with that. I really didn't get the chance to talk with any of my friends, because today was day three. I have no life on day three. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">The following day started out the same, but that day I noticed some particular people staring (a guy fantasy stare) at me. Lucky, I could talk to Katherine as well as Lilly, my other close friend, about it. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Hey, have you been getting any awkward stares?” I asked Katherine as I walked into the library. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I’ve gotten some creepy stares from Mr. Hobart.” She gave me a big smile and started laughing. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“You know what I mean.” I said smiling too. We instantly got shushed by the librarian. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Hey what you guys talking about?” Lilly had just strolled in. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Awkward stares from Mr. Hobart.” Katherine said. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Oh yeah, I get those all the time.” Lilly gave her little smiling eye roll to go with it. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Guys I kind of need help.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Okay, I'll be serious.” Katherine said.' I doubt it', I thought. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Alright, yesterday people were looking at me. You know like intense stares.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Lilly interrupted. “Like creepy stares, aka Mr. Hobart, or like love stares,” dragging out the word love, “or gossipy stares, like ‘omg who is that girl’”. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I know right, I heard that kid Drake likes her.” Katherine role playing along. See what I mean about the seriousness. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Like all kinds of stares. Wait, do you guys know something I don't?” I said as soon I realized what they just said. Drake was the kid I have liked since sixth grade. He is one of the popular sports kids. And the chance of him going out with me is like 0.2 %, he doesn't even talk to me. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I looked at my friends faces, they were instantly ghosts. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Um, we kinda can't tell you.” Lilly said. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“C’mon guys, I tell you everything.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Yeah we know but… we made a promise with someone.” Katherine informed. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“You can't give a hint.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Sorry I wish we could,” Lilly said. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and walked out of the library, angry at them for not telling me, angry because Aunt Mary was sick, angry that I didn’t understand the stares, angry that <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Oops, sorry Lizzy.” Suddenly I was on the ground, squished like a bug. I hadn't even realized I had bumped into Logan, one of my best guy friends. His parents were really good friends with mine, before they passed. Our dads used to work together, our moms held an art club every two weeks, so the two of us were kind of stuck with each other, which wasn’t a bad thing. He was one of the only people who helped me get through the time of losing my parents, since he knew them too. He is a really good listener, someone I can go to for anything. Surprisingly, I would go to him before Katherine and Lilly for most things. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“It’s okay but I'm kinda suffocating,” I replied. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“That's a problem.” I just smiled and he did too, carefully getting off. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Are you okay? You look upset?” he asked me. The bell rang then. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I have to get to class, but you can come over after school and we can talk.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Okay, see you then.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I reluctantly walked to Mrs. Totters’ room, she taught Language Arts. All class I was thinking about the creepy stares and why I was getting them. Then, I realized the way Logan looked at me when he fell on me. It was a look that I hadn't seen from him before. It was a guy fantasy stare, I got nervous. What if the secret was about Logan? Was it really about Drake? Am I missing someth <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Lizzy, do you know the answer?” Mrs. Totters asked. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I'm sorry, but what was the question I couldn't catch the whole thing?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“You don’t 'catch' questions and what type of writing does Suzanne Collins use?” See why I don't like her? <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Saved by the bell. Before I had time to answer the bell rang and I headed of to advisory. It’s a class that we have to enhance our skills. Yeah I know right, pretty cheesy but whatever. Advisory, lunch, and social studies flew by. Oh wait classes don't ‘fly’. I got on the bus and headed home for the day. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Then it hit me. How was I going to tell Logan the situation if he is part of it?'I guess I will just tell him the Drake story and see how he reacts', I thought.

=<span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">**__ Chapter 3 __** = <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Well I don't know about your life, but in mine plans **//never//** turn out the way I want. Let me explain: Logan came over after school and things went, well, let me start from the beginning. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I was doing homework and the doorbell went off. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I got it,” I heard Luke call from the other room. He answered the door and I guess the two of them were catching up because they didn't actually walk into the house until about 15 minutes later. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Hey Lizzy, Logan's here,” Luke said. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Yeah I kinda guessed,” I responded, “Wanna go upstairs,” I asked Logan. He answered and we walked into my room. It’s painted deep purple and everything in it is purple. It’s filled with tons of pictures and many posters. I took a seat on my bed that was pushed into the corner, and Logan sat it a chair, that went with a desk, across from me. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“So what was wrong earlier?”he asked, “I saw Katherine and Lilly in a pretty intense talk after you walked out.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Well, I was trying to get there opinion on something.” I said. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Okay…” He dragged out the word, implying I should continue. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I explained further. “I was getting weird stares from some people. Some up and down looks, some staring looks, some gazing looks, and I wanted to know their thoughts about the situation. They were role playing and hinted Drake.” Don’t worry Logan knows too that I have liked Drake since 6th grade. It's one of the reasons we are only friends. “At first, I thought they were just kidding, but they weren't laughing all that hard like they normally would, so I asked them.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Asked them what?” He asked. Man, guys can be really clueless sometimes. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“If they knew anything about Drake and if he liked me.” His face was a little surprised. Hoping to avoid any awkward questions I went on. “They told me they weren't ‘allowed’ too, and they said they made a 'promise' with someone. So when I walked out I was angry at them, angry that Aunt Mary was sick, -“ <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Whoa hold up, you never told me she was sick. Is she like disease sick or cold sick?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I just found out like two days ago and like cancer sick.” My voice trailed off and I was hoping for some sympathy. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I'm sorry; I just can't believe you didn't tell me.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Can we talk about this another time?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Whatever” was his response. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Do you have any ideas?” I asked. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“About Drake; no.” He looked away when he said Drake, like he knew something and wasn’t sure about it. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Are you positive?” He nodded yes. “I just don't know if I should try and talk to him, or if I should let it go or maybe I should act different.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“You’re going to change? For him?” He interrupted, obviously irritated. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I didn't say I was going to. It was just a possibility, jeez.” I said. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I think you should just let it go, its just people being weird.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“You just want me to forget about him, you never liked him anyway.” My voice was rising. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">His got louder too.”That's so not true. You know I support all your decisions whether, I like them or not. You asked for my input and I gave it.” We sat in silence after that. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Diana called from downstairs “Logan, your mom just called. She said she wants you home in five.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Okay”, Logan yelled downstairs, “Thanks Mrs. Poppers.” He got up and waved goodbye.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I went downstairs even more confused. “You okay, pumpkin?” James asked me. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I think so.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“You think so? Is it about Logan?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Well kinda.” Our conversation was stopped by Anna and Jade. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Um... hi Mr. Poppers and Lizzy.” Anna said eagerly. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“We need help; Luke's in trouble.” Jade called out. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Anna,” James questioned, “Is everything okay?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Not really, I'll tell you on the way. Is Mrs. Poppers home?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I'm right here. Let's go,” Diana said.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“It will be faster by car,” Anna said. We all packed into one car. James drove while Anna gave directions. We ended up at our old middle school. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Where is he?” James sounded angry. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">“On the field, c'mon,” Anna said as she started running towards the fields. She was obviously not intimated by him. We found him lying on the soccer field. He was sitting still. Diana gave a short gasp and went to cover Jade's eyes. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Anna explained, “We were talking and he went to go kick the soccer ball to Jade and me and he missed. His foot slipped out from under him and he landed straight on his back. I went to see if he was okay and all he said was to get you guys.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Diana walked towards him, “Luke.”She called his name as gently shook him. I looked from Anna to James to Diana to Jade, all our minds wondering the same thing, is he going to be okay.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">James was the one to speak up,“Let's get him in the car and go to the hospital. We will discuss the details later.”