I walked down the opening of my street and the nerves slowly crept up again. It was quite intimidating walking down a street where you hadn't been in three years and your face was plastered on every post, sign and living thing. I knew who lived in this street like the back of my hand. This was the street I was taken on. But it was at the other end at the corner shop. I walked up to my house, number 37. It still looked the same even though it was a different car. The drive had also been done up with marble stone. The grass had been replaced with fake stuff and there was a small wishing well along with some new bushes. I love what they've done with the place. I swim open the metal gate and walked up to the front door. I kept putting my hand up to knock but then hesitating. This made me nervous, what if they didn't live here? What if they don't recognize me? They probably will because as I said, I'm the spit of my sister. Unless she's had plastic surgery or anything, she'll probably gonna look more or less the. same.
Oh well here goes nothing.
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Take Me Home
Fanfiction16 years old. Lizzie is taken. Fast forward a bit. 3 years later. Lizzie escapes. Lizzie goes home. But things were never going to go back to normal. Especially when sisters, bestfriends, boysand bad attitudes are involved. //// A/N I'm so sorry...
