My So-Called Life (Teen, CC, M/L) A/N 10/19/06[WIP]
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 5:55 pm
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<center>Banner by MrsJBehr</center>
Author: Jill
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or any of the characters. I also do not own My So Called Life and have no association to either shows.
Pairing: CC mainly M/L
Rating: Teen
Summary: Liz moves to Roswell her senior year and meets the Roswell Gang.
<center> Chapter One</center><center>The Beginning</center>
Hi, my name is Elizabeth Parker and this is the story of my life. Ok ay not exactly my life, but at least my twelfth grade year in high school. Yep, you heard me right. High school. That vicious, cruel and downright intolerable place and even though you say you hate it with a passion a part of you loves it and never wants to leave.
Well that’s what happened to me when I moved to Roswell my senior year. I met a group of people who would forever change my life. Their adventures became mine and now I am giving you the story of that adventure. Let me tell you it wasn’t an easy year. It was a year filled with all sorts of drama. So with out further ado, here is the beginning of my adventure.
It all started when my parents died two months before the beginning of my 12th grade year. They were so great and so full of life and just the parents every kid wishes for. Well they died in a car accident after a drunk driver hit their car. So after their death I was handed over to my grandmother. Claudia Parker, a very nice and fun lady whom I love to death (not literally of course), reminds me a lot of myself. She allowed me to stay the last two months in Florida before school started to be with my friends. My friend Rachel’s dad was nice enough to drive me to my grandmothers. Where does she live you ask? Well get this she lives in that crazy little town known as Roswell, New Mexico. You know that town that believes aliens crashed in 1947 and now live among them. Ha, yeah right like that would ever happen. Anyways, I drove out to my grandma. My stuff had already been shipped out there. Why? Oh that would be so I could have my car that I absolute love. It’s a white mustang convertible and I got it for my 16th birthday. So as I was saying when I got there it was a late Sunday night, and I would be starting school the following morning. See my grandma had already registered me, and everything was already set. This is where my life gets really interesting…
Beep, Beep, Beep
My hand reaches out from the covers, and shuts off the alarm. I sit up quickly, and I am little disoriented about where I am before I realize I am in my new room. I take a look around my room which is scattered with boxes yet to be unpacked. Some clothes are thrown in the closet while others are in my suitcase waiting to be unpacked. My king size bed takes up most of the space leaving me space for my desk, bookcase, dresser, and nightstand. It is quite nice, with my own bathroom and private balcony. The balcony is awesome. It gives me a great view of the sky. I can’t wait to get my telescope out there and explore the night sky. I shake away my thoughts before I get up, and start getting ready for school.
It’s about 7 o'clock when I am finally ready, and school starts at 7:30. I look myself over in the mirror unsure of my outfit. I mean, what is considered the “in style” thing to wear here. In Florida it not a probably. I was one of the most popular girls in school. I knew the do’s and don’ts of fashion there. Here I am clueless. I do a little twirl before deciding it the best it will be before grabbing my backpack and jetting out the door.
“Hey grams,” I say walking into the kitchen where she is making breakfast.
“Lizzie-bear! You startled me,” Claudia answers after jumping a half mile.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to,” I tell her before taking a seat at the kitchen island. She passes me some pancakes, and I drench them in syrup. My mouth makes a little groan when I put the pancakes in my mouth. They're my favorite, especially since she makes them with strawberries.
“Oh no sweetie, it’s quite alright. I'm just not use to having anyone else in the house, that’s all. So you look very cute,” she says looking at knee length white capri pants, an orange tee, and white platform sandals.
“You are going to make all the boys at West Roswell swoon over you.”
“Grandma!” I say embarrassed. I am sure my cheeks are flaming red. Great. This is just what I need- my grandmother telling me how hot I look. What is she going to do next tell she knows a family that has a really great son! Please God don’t let it come to that.
“What can’t your Grams make an observation? Now finish your breakfast, so you can get on your way.”
So that’s my grandmother. Kind, sweet, loving, caring, and well you get the idea. She is everything a girl wants in a grandma. As I was saying earlier she lives in Roswell the alien capital of the world, and get this she owns her very own alien theme restaurant called The Crashdown Café. It’s really cheesy with alien stuff everywhere. The waitresses wear this teal dress with a silver alien head apron, and bobbing antennas. Fun, huh! Well speaking of waitresses. Yep, that’s right you guessed it! I am going to be one. See I need a job, and since my grandmother owns the place it kind of solves a whole lot of problems. So I am now introducing you to Liz Parker, alien waitress. Ok, so let’s get on with this story...
Thank you to bluebballjumper for going through and revising it!

<center>Banner by MrsJBehr</center>
Author: Jill
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or any of the characters. I also do not own My So Called Life and have no association to either shows.
Pairing: CC mainly M/L
Rating: Teen
Summary: Liz moves to Roswell her senior year and meets the Roswell Gang.
<center> Chapter One</center><center>The Beginning</center>
Hi, my name is Elizabeth Parker and this is the story of my life. Ok ay not exactly my life, but at least my twelfth grade year in high school. Yep, you heard me right. High school. That vicious, cruel and downright intolerable place and even though you say you hate it with a passion a part of you loves it and never wants to leave.
Well that’s what happened to me when I moved to Roswell my senior year. I met a group of people who would forever change my life. Their adventures became mine and now I am giving you the story of that adventure. Let me tell you it wasn’t an easy year. It was a year filled with all sorts of drama. So with out further ado, here is the beginning of my adventure.
It all started when my parents died two months before the beginning of my 12th grade year. They were so great and so full of life and just the parents every kid wishes for. Well they died in a car accident after a drunk driver hit their car. So after their death I was handed over to my grandmother. Claudia Parker, a very nice and fun lady whom I love to death (not literally of course), reminds me a lot of myself. She allowed me to stay the last two months in Florida before school started to be with my friends. My friend Rachel’s dad was nice enough to drive me to my grandmothers. Where does she live you ask? Well get this she lives in that crazy little town known as Roswell, New Mexico. You know that town that believes aliens crashed in 1947 and now live among them. Ha, yeah right like that would ever happen. Anyways, I drove out to my grandma. My stuff had already been shipped out there. Why? Oh that would be so I could have my car that I absolute love. It’s a white mustang convertible and I got it for my 16th birthday. So as I was saying when I got there it was a late Sunday night, and I would be starting school the following morning. See my grandma had already registered me, and everything was already set. This is where my life gets really interesting…
Beep, Beep, Beep
My hand reaches out from the covers, and shuts off the alarm. I sit up quickly, and I am little disoriented about where I am before I realize I am in my new room. I take a look around my room which is scattered with boxes yet to be unpacked. Some clothes are thrown in the closet while others are in my suitcase waiting to be unpacked. My king size bed takes up most of the space leaving me space for my desk, bookcase, dresser, and nightstand. It is quite nice, with my own bathroom and private balcony. The balcony is awesome. It gives me a great view of the sky. I can’t wait to get my telescope out there and explore the night sky. I shake away my thoughts before I get up, and start getting ready for school.
It’s about 7 o'clock when I am finally ready, and school starts at 7:30. I look myself over in the mirror unsure of my outfit. I mean, what is considered the “in style” thing to wear here. In Florida it not a probably. I was one of the most popular girls in school. I knew the do’s and don’ts of fashion there. Here I am clueless. I do a little twirl before deciding it the best it will be before grabbing my backpack and jetting out the door.
“Hey grams,” I say walking into the kitchen where she is making breakfast.
“Lizzie-bear! You startled me,” Claudia answers after jumping a half mile.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to,” I tell her before taking a seat at the kitchen island. She passes me some pancakes, and I drench them in syrup. My mouth makes a little groan when I put the pancakes in my mouth. They're my favorite, especially since she makes them with strawberries.
“Oh no sweetie, it’s quite alright. I'm just not use to having anyone else in the house, that’s all. So you look very cute,” she says looking at knee length white capri pants, an orange tee, and white platform sandals.
“You are going to make all the boys at West Roswell swoon over you.”
“Grandma!” I say embarrassed. I am sure my cheeks are flaming red. Great. This is just what I need- my grandmother telling me how hot I look. What is she going to do next tell she knows a family that has a really great son! Please God don’t let it come to that.
“What can’t your Grams make an observation? Now finish your breakfast, so you can get on your way.”
So that’s my grandmother. Kind, sweet, loving, caring, and well you get the idea. She is everything a girl wants in a grandma. As I was saying earlier she lives in Roswell the alien capital of the world, and get this she owns her very own alien theme restaurant called The Crashdown Café. It’s really cheesy with alien stuff everywhere. The waitresses wear this teal dress with a silver alien head apron, and bobbing antennas. Fun, huh! Well speaking of waitresses. Yep, that’s right you guessed it! I am going to be one. See I need a job, and since my grandmother owns the place it kind of solves a whole lot of problems. So I am now introducing you to Liz Parker, alien waitress. Ok, so let’s get on with this story...
Thank you to bluebballjumper for going through and revising it!