The List (Mi/L Teen) Ch 13 7/6 [WIP]
Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 1:27 am
Title: The List
Author: Juliecollard87
Rating: TEEN
Couples: Michael/Liz, Max/Tess
Disclaimer: I don’t own Roswell or anything for that matter.
Summary: This is the story of Liz Parker and how she became the women she is today. After finding out her best friend is dying Liz and Tess make a list of things to do before Tess dies.
My story is a simple one really. Everyone in life has people that change them sometimes it’s for the better and other it’s for the worse. Someone you may think is for the worse ends up being the best thing for you change you the most.
The wheels of my story into redemption started rolling long before I had my falling out with God. It all started with my mother. She was a kind woman. In the years after her death my father would scream at me to be like her. I don’t think I ever had it in me at that time to put others before myself.
Well, my mother like all mothers had a life before me. It’s hard to imagine my mother being my age with the world in front of her. Nancy Parker was Nancy Williams, and she had a best friend named Sidney Gilbert. They did everything together since pretty much birth. They found love and got married just two months apart from one another. Then they got pregnant together within months. I was born first, and then Tess Harding followed shortly after.
Tess and I we were destined to be best friends just like our mothers. Tess’s father walked out on her mother before we were two, I have no memory of him. It would not be the last bad thing to happen to Tess. When we were seven her mother was killed in a head on collusion while Tess and I were at school. My mother’s kindness to others shined bright that day, even though her hurt losing her best friend. She did the right thing letting orphaned child move into our home even though I know they could barely afford to support me. There are days in my life that I will never forget, that day was one of them as my mother sobbed and told both Tess and I what had happened.
After the death of Tess’s mother we became even more inseparable than ever before. Those days after her mother die I believe was why we were more than best friends we were sisters. That sisterhood was challenged again when my mother died leaving Tess and I alone with my father that had no idea how to raise two teenage girls.
The first time I had sex I was 12 years old, after my mother’s funeral. I remember just wanting to be anywhere but there. Sex did that for me, got me away from my pain. Tess I don’t think ever forgave me, and in some way I don’t think my mother did either. It was the beginning of the end for my good girl name. Like a lot of young girls I used sex as an escape from my problems. By the time Tess my diagnosed with stomach cancer our sophomore year of high school I was sleeping with a different guy practically every week. By the summer of junior year I had slept with so many guys I had lost count.
Senior year came like a blur, by the end of the school year Tess had been given six months to live. Tess, she never let anything get her down even in her death sentence as a way to change me. Stop me from the life style that I had been living. I know now that Tess was more of a woman than I will ever be.
However, this is not a story of her losing control of her body to cancer. In some ways it is but it is so much more than that. This is the story of a list, a list that changed my life. As I pull the folded in half piece of pink paper with Tess’s curly hand writing I know that it was one of the factors in making me a women.
But, to be honest there are four factors. The List, Tess, Max Evans, and Michael Guerin, I wish I could say that Max and Michael had nothing to do with it but deep down I know that these four things hold the key. That summer after senior year I became a woman that my mother would have been proud to know, and this is my story.
Author: Juliecollard87
Rating: TEEN
Couples: Michael/Liz, Max/Tess
Disclaimer: I don’t own Roswell or anything for that matter.
Summary: This is the story of Liz Parker and how she became the women she is today. After finding out her best friend is dying Liz and Tess make a list of things to do before Tess dies.
Prologue
I was twelve years old when I stopped believing in god; the day my mother lost her life to breast cancer. My name is Liz Parker. I was what most people would call an out of control teen. My shrink told that my father, Jeffery Parker made me see right after my mother died told him it was my way of acting out because my mother had just died. He told him I would calm down after time. Well, it’s been seven years and I guess you could say I have tried to put those days behind me. Not because I have forgotten my mother I will never forget her.My story is a simple one really. Everyone in life has people that change them sometimes it’s for the better and other it’s for the worse. Someone you may think is for the worse ends up being the best thing for you change you the most.
The wheels of my story into redemption started rolling long before I had my falling out with God. It all started with my mother. She was a kind woman. In the years after her death my father would scream at me to be like her. I don’t think I ever had it in me at that time to put others before myself.
Well, my mother like all mothers had a life before me. It’s hard to imagine my mother being my age with the world in front of her. Nancy Parker was Nancy Williams, and she had a best friend named Sidney Gilbert. They did everything together since pretty much birth. They found love and got married just two months apart from one another. Then they got pregnant together within months. I was born first, and then Tess Harding followed shortly after.
Tess and I we were destined to be best friends just like our mothers. Tess’s father walked out on her mother before we were two, I have no memory of him. It would not be the last bad thing to happen to Tess. When we were seven her mother was killed in a head on collusion while Tess and I were at school. My mother’s kindness to others shined bright that day, even though her hurt losing her best friend. She did the right thing letting orphaned child move into our home even though I know they could barely afford to support me. There are days in my life that I will never forget, that day was one of them as my mother sobbed and told both Tess and I what had happened.
After the death of Tess’s mother we became even more inseparable than ever before. Those days after her mother die I believe was why we were more than best friends we were sisters. That sisterhood was challenged again when my mother died leaving Tess and I alone with my father that had no idea how to raise two teenage girls.
The first time I had sex I was 12 years old, after my mother’s funeral. I remember just wanting to be anywhere but there. Sex did that for me, got me away from my pain. Tess I don’t think ever forgave me, and in some way I don’t think my mother did either. It was the beginning of the end for my good girl name. Like a lot of young girls I used sex as an escape from my problems. By the time Tess my diagnosed with stomach cancer our sophomore year of high school I was sleeping with a different guy practically every week. By the summer of junior year I had slept with so many guys I had lost count.
Senior year came like a blur, by the end of the school year Tess had been given six months to live. Tess, she never let anything get her down even in her death sentence as a way to change me. Stop me from the life style that I had been living. I know now that Tess was more of a woman than I will ever be.
However, this is not a story of her losing control of her body to cancer. In some ways it is but it is so much more than that. This is the story of a list, a list that changed my life. As I pull the folded in half piece of pink paper with Tess’s curly hand writing I know that it was one of the factors in making me a women.
But, to be honest there are four factors. The List, Tess, Max Evans, and Michael Guerin, I wish I could say that Max and Michael had nothing to do with it but deep down I know that these four things hold the key. That summer after senior year I became a woman that my mother would have been proud to know, and this is my story.