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[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth is lying, curled up on her bed with a stuffed bear.

A small, neatly wrapped box is sitting on the bedside table.

She's trying to read; the same book she's been reading ever since she was in the library after Speech class.

Her mind keeps flashing back to the trip she made to Mali and the Ivory Coast. She can hardly believe how young and naive she had been. How back then she thought that she could help change the world.

She seems to reread the same paragraph over and over again

"A tumble? Oh, yes - out of the swing," said Katy, as it all came slowly back to her. "Did the rope break, Aunt Izzie? I can't remember about it."

She always reached for books from her childhood whenever she felt down.

Comments

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Really? I should look into that.

Dude, I'm a guy. We don't... polish our nails. Normally. *gives up, still having some clue on one hand*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

You should. Totally

I used to know several guys who did.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrow* Used to?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Yeah, lost contact with them when I moved. You know how it is.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I do. It's not like I've heard a lot from my friends since I came here.

*shrugs* I should go find Crichton though, he's got our gifts for Rory.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*leans forward to hug him*

I'll catch up with you later

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Sure thing. *hugs her back before getting up*

Oh and tell anyone about the nail polish and you're dead. *grins*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*smiles sweetly* Now, would I do a thing like that?

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

I'm going to say because you're really really nice and I'm your favourite boy. *smiles as sweetly back*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

There we have it then! I'll see you later, hon.