Lizard Girl

Chapter 13

When Lizzie got too school, she didn't feel like drawing.
She decided she would sit on a bench and wait for school to start.
When the bell finally rang, she slowly made her way to her class. She saw Emma waiting for her outside of  her classroom and sped up her pace.
Emma caught sight of Lizzie and tried to call out. Lizzie rushed right into the room without even looking at her. Lizzie went straight to her seat once she passed Emma and sat down laying her face in her hands. Why can't I just have a normal relationship? The one girl I actually get a crush on turns to be my soon to be assassin. She noticed everyone was looking at her like they were waiting for something. "Can I help you?" She asked in a small voice. They all shared looks with each other and she was beginning to feel nervous.
One person, a small girl by the name of Alice, spoke up. "You said you'd dye our hair today. At lunch, of course." Lizzie internally smacked herself. She had forgotten. "O-oh yeah," she said, her voice breaking.
"You don't have to if you don't want to..." a boy named Falen said, sadly.
She sighed. "No, I'm sorry. I just forgot." They all gave her hopeful looks and then the teacher walked in, earlier that usual.
"Can Lizzie Taylor please come forward?" She tensed at the sound of her name and instantly her mind went into fight or flight for no reason. She slowly, hesitantly stood up and went to the front. "Lizzie, I'm am sorry to tell you this, but Carson Taylor has been sent to the hospital." Her face paled.
No. Papa can't be in the hospital.
Seeing her reaction he quickly said, "You are allowed to leave, and you can take one friend with you." She nodded and left the room.
She went to the front desk to ask them something. "E-excuse me?"
The lady turned to her and smiled sympathetically. "Yes?" Lizzie had to fight back the tears just to say the next words.
"Can you please get Emma Thompson?" The lady smiled and nodded. She spoke into the loud speaker asking for Emma to come to the office. She heard someone running down the halls and then heard the steps falter.
"Lizzie?" Lizzie turned around and rushed to her and into her arms.
"T-they said I-I-I could bring one friend wi-ith me. Will y-you come?" Her voice breaking was probably not very attractive, but Emma brushed the hair out of her face and nodded regardless.     "Yes but you need to tell me what's wrong."
At that moment her dad ran through the doors. He was crying and wasn't trying to hide it. "Sweet pea, you and your friend need to get into the car." She could tell he was trying not to completely break down and turn off. Emma nodded and ushered Lizzie to the car. She could tell something was going through her brain.
Lizzie's mind was running through how she watched her mother die, and was to young, to weak, to do anything about it. She saw the killer standing over her, gun pressed to her forehead. She saw them collapse and she heard the muffled sounds of people shouting and asking her questions she couldn't answer. The sound of her baby sister being taken away.
Away where Lizzie could never find her. Her mind raced back to the present when she was being held close to Emma's warm, comforting chest. 

Lizzie woke up sitting in a waiting room on a love seat, wrapped up in Emma's arms.
She tensed and hoped it didn't wake her. She slowly shifted back down laying her head tenderly on Emma's shoulder.
She stared at her face for a while taking in the sounds of her breathing and the peaceful look on her face. A single hot tear made its way down her face and she didn't stop it.
Soon she was quietly crying careful not to make a sound not move in fear of waking Emma. Eventually she wiped her tears and sat up.
Somehow Emma didn't wake up and Lizzie looked around the waiting room. It had painted daisy yellow walls with white furniture, and magazines and books for those staying for multiple days. She saw her dad sitting in a small, soft, white chair.
He was talking to a doctor in hushed whispers. She couldn't hear what they were saying but assumed it wasn't good based on the facial expressions.
He turned to her and his eyes were surprised when he saw she was awake.
He turned to the doctor and then started coming over to her. "
Sweet pea, Carson is going to be in the hospital for a while. He sustained injuries from a client he was delivering an order to."
She gasped, but covered her mouth remembering Emma is still sleeping. She turned to her and saw she stirred slightly but stayed asleep.
"Who was the client?" she asked in a small, meek voice.
He shook his head. "Some rich family with the last name Hendricks." Lizzie's eyes went to Emma, who was sitting up.
"I know someone at school with that last name. He might have been targeted by a rival mafia." She rolled her eyes. "It's Harlow. Harlow Hendricks."

God this story is all over the place, but I do have to admit, it isn't terrible! I hope you all enjoyed and will continue reading! As always have a great day/night/midday and have a wonderful tomorrow