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Chapter 1
Lizzie

Everything happens for a reason. At least that was my philosophy, until the day that everything changed. I wasn’t prepared for the biggest change in my life. But it wasn’t only the biggest, it was also the worst.
Maybe I should tell you who I am. My name’s Lizzie. It’s really Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Lizzie. Everyone except for my Mom. She always says “Elizabeth, if I had wanted to call you Lizzie, then I would have named you Lizzie.”
I can’t remember what Dad called me. He’s been out of my life since I was six. He and Mom had me before they got married, and when they found out Mom was pregnant, they got engaged. They got married when I was a year old. I’ve seen pictures of the wedding, with Mom and Dad smiling, holding me in their arms. Soon after I turned six, they got a divorce. By then, I had a little brother too. I didn’t take it as hard as he did. When Dad left, my brother cried and cried. He didn’t understand about divorce.
But, I guess this has nothing to do with what I’m about to tell you. I think my story starts on the day that my boyfriend moved away. I live in an area where jobs are scarce. In Barrington, Nova Scotia where I lived. My boyfriend lived on Cape Sable Island, not all that far away. The main jobs here are lobstering, and fishing, and when my boyfriend, Robin’s father lost his boat because he couldn’t afford the payments. After that, Robin’s family moved to Alberta. There, his father got a high paying job in the oil fields.
I’ll never forget the last time I saw him. The night before he left, he came to my house. Mom wasn’t home, because she had to work late. When he knocked on the door, I answered it and was surprised to see him. He had told me about moving a week before, and we had agreed that we should break up because we wouldn’t see each other very often. He had kissed me, and I went home that night and cried. I think I was more surprised then he was at my reaction. When I saw him, I threw myself at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He hugged me back, and I started to cry into his chest.
Robing gently pulled me off him, and hugged me to him, and led me into my living room. He sat down on the couch, and pulled me onto his lap. Through my tears I said quietly, “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to see you again before I left.”
“But,” I said looking at him surprised. “I thought it was over?”
“Lizzie, you know I love you. I don’t want it to be over, and I know you don’t either.”
I sighed.
“You’re right Robin. But you leave tomorrow, and then I’ll probably never see you again. It’ll be too hard – for both of us.”
“Your right Lizzie, we can’t go out anymore, but we can still be friends, right?”
I looked into Robin’s bright green eyes. You could see the worry in them. If I told him we couldn’t be friends, he’d be crushed.
I nodded. “Yeah Robin, we’ll always be friends, no matter what.”
I hugged him and smiled.
“I’ll still see you once and a while Lizzie,” he said releasing me. “Mom and Dad broke up remember. Mom’s staying here, and I’m gonna come and visit he on holidays and stuff.”
I looked at him confused and hurt. “If your moms staying here, why don’t you stay here with her? Then we can still be together.”
“I can’t Liz, she gave Dad full custody in the divorce. I guess she doesn’t want me around all the time.” He looked sad, and turned to me again. “Do you realize how bad it feels when your mom only wants to put up with you on vacations and holidays?”
“No, but I do know how it feels for your dad to never want you.”

I was six again. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen yelling. They had done that a lot. Tommy didn’t understand.
“Why are Mommy and Daddy yelling at each other?” he asked me one day, as we sat in the living room and listened to them yell at each other.
Since I was two years older then him, he seemed to think I knew everything. I looked Tommy and said. “I don’t know. Maybe they’re mad at each other.”
He looked scared. “Maybe they hate each other.”
“No,” I replied. They’re Mommy and Daddy. They have to love each other.”
“Then do they hate us?” He started to cry.
I hugged my little brother, and said, “They don’t hate us. They wouldn’t have us if they hated us.”
That seemed to make him happy. He stopped crying and headed up to his room. I sat on the couch, and stared at the TV where the coyote was chasing the road runner. But I didn’t hear it. What I heard was Mom and dad yelling at each other.
The next couple nights, I sat up in bed, listening them to yell. The day mom and dad sat down with me and Tommy and explained that her and dad didn’t love each other anymore. I’ll never forget what mom said.
“Elizabeth, Thomas; daddy and I are going to leave each other. We still love you both very much, but we just can’t be in the same house together.”
All I remember after that is running to my room, and crying.

“Lizzie?” Robin was looking at me worriedly.
‘Huh?” I was thinking about when
dad had left. “Oh, I said, looking over at him. He looked worried.
“Are you OK?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just remembering when dad left.”
“Oh I forgot about that.” He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and looked at it. “I guess I’ve go to get going. We have to leave at four tomorrow morning.”
He stood up, and I followed him to the door. He held my hands, and looked into my eyes. I could feel a tear tricking down my cheek. He reached out and wiped the tear away.
“I’m really going to miss you, Liz. I’ll never gonna forget you.”
“I feel the same way,” I looked at Robin and pressed my head against his chest. I could smell the scent of his aftershave.
He tilted my face towards his, and kissed me tenderly. I kissed him back. Our lips parted and looked up at him.
“I’ll always love you Lizzie,” he said as he headed out the door.
“I’ll always love you too,” I murmured as he headed down the street.
This is the whole first chapter. The story is going to skip back and forth between Lizzie, (the girl who wrote the first chapter) and Jamie ( the most popular guy at her school who falls in love with her). Its gonna be a teen romance.

Any crictism is accepted, but I’m only 15, so I don’t know how good it is.

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