Until November Lizzy Ann Part 1

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


A young author living through her love stories. Until her love stories become real again. Her battle with her real love story that is not as great as the ones in her novels. A family torn apart by
love and betrayal.

Submitted: March 24, 2018

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Submitted: March 24, 2018

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Fade in:
First scene zoomed in on a young lady’s bedroom.  
A smaller framed almond colored young lady is laying across a made full size bed. Her feet dangling off her bed with a journal in hand. A Smile across her face while she studies the words in her journal. Lizzy chuckles at the words in her journal.  

 LIZZY

Treon you're so adorable ( whispers to herself)
 
She rolls across her bed and drops her journal on her floor. She props up on her elbows staring out her bedroom window. The young girl startled from her thoughts by a thunderous knock at her bedroom door.
 
Now, seeing around her tidy room. The young child’s room is large and decorated. Everything in her room is in its place except the journal laying on the floor. Her bedroom door continues to rattle as someone pounds on the other side. Jumping up from where she was resting she grabs her journal and places it behind her back. She approaches her door and stands at it in a defiant stance. 

LIZZY

 
WHAT!(screams)

ROGER

 
Mommy wants you now! (irritated voice) 
He mumbles under his breath and walks away. Lizzy leaves the door and places her journal between her bed. Lizzy Straightens her bed and heads back to her door. She fumbles a minute and then unlocks it and heads for her mother. She skips through the hall and rushes down her winding staircase. Lizzy’s mother is standing at the end of the stair case. 

Her mother young and beautiful . She has long brown curls flowing down her back. Her hair highlighted by the sun. She is in a black dress. Her skin is the color of an almond. Her eyes are honey brown. 

When she reaches her she wraps her arms around her mother. 

LIZZY 

 
Yes mommy (Playful)

MOTHER

 
Lizzy Ann why must you always stay locked away in that room of yours.
 
 
Lizzy with a smile still painted on her face let’s go of her mother’s waist. She takes her mother’s hands and tries to get her to spin around in circles with her. Her mother a little hesitant spins in circles with Lizzy.  The two of them laugh and grin awhile.  Her mother gives her daughter a kiss on the check and stops her from spinning. 
 

LIZZY

 
I was writing mother.  When I write time just slips away from me.  Mother, I didn’t realize I was in my room so long. My writing takes over me.

Mother

 
Lizzy I understand how much you enjoy your writing. Try to limit your time in your room.  Everyone misses you even your brother Roger.  He complains so much that you won’t come out your room.  Your skin is so pale you need sunlight sweetie.  
 

Lizzy

 
Mother, you're right I will get out more.  I will even try writing more at the beach.  Roger doesn’t miss me he wants to stare at Night Cloud.  He gets all weird when she comes over. 
 

Mother

I am so glad you understand.
 
Lizzy let go of her mother’s hands and headed back up the stairs to her room. Lizzy flings the door open to her room.  Grabs shoes and plops on a chair by her closet to put them on.  She rushes back out her door to head outside.
 
Lizzy reached her front porch.  Pauses for a moment and looks around.  The porch swing rocking in the wind.  Looking around her yard she settles on a small pebbled path leading to the beach.  She heads to the path.  At the end of the path is the beach.  She bends down to take off her shoes before stepping into the sand. A strong breeze catches her.  She runs toward the water.  She spins as the ocean waves crash at her feet in the wind as the sun set on the island.  

Lizzy a small framed little girl with sun kissed brown hair.  Her eyes a dark mysterious shade of brown.  Thick wavy curls flying in the wind.  Her skin the color of almonds like her mother.  Beautiful like a doll.  

Lizzy dancing and splashing at the shoreline. 
A young man comes down the path full speed. He stops at the water’s edge.

The young boy the same age as Lizzy.  His hair golden blonde and cut neat on his head.  The young man had on butlers attire fit for his size.  He was panting with his hands on his knee then looking up for a second with his blue eyes. The boy dressed like a butler stood up straight to address Lizzy.

Butler

Ms Lizzy your parents ask that you join them for dinner.  (panting) 

LIZZY

Thank you (shouts)
The young butler travels up the path to the home. Lizzy grabs her shoes and follows him up the path. She stops at the end of the path to take in her view.  It is a white colonial style mansion.  Columns surround the huge front porch.  The lawn surrounded by her mother’s many gardens.  She meanders as the young butler holds the door open awaiting her arrival. He reaches out and takes her shoes as she enters the house.  Lizzy nods to thank him and meets her family in their dining room.  She enters the room and her family seated for dinner.  Her mother and father seated at the ends of the table.  Her brother Roger seated in a seat across from her empty seat.  The maid is holding her seat out for her.
The maid the mother of the young butler.  They are very similar in appearance.  Her blond hair pulled into a bun.  Her pale skin blended in with her completely white uniform.  She stands high above the chair with her tall thin frame.  
Lizzy plops into her seat and smiles at everyone at the table.
Lizz
 I apologize for being late I lost track of time at the beach. I’d forgotten how much I love the water and the ocean breeze.  Thank you, mommy for insisting I go out.

Mother

We are delighted to see you out of that room.  but, young lady you shouldn’t keep the family waiting.  You must be mindful of the time.  

Father

Yes, Lizzy I was starving.
The maid returns with the rest of dinner and places it on the table.  Father dismissing her after the whole meal arrives.  He sits his newspaper at the side of his plate.  Father glances around the table. We bow our heads to prepare for grace.

Father is a tall, muscular man.  He has hazel eyes and a paper bag brown skin.  His hair kept short and neat.  He is clean shaven.  

Father 

Dear Heavenly Father we thank you for this food. We ask you to bless the hands that prepared it.  We ask you dear father to watch over us in Jesus name we pray Amen

Mother 

Amen

Roger

Amen

Lizzy

Amen 
 
  Not a word was spoken throughout the entire meal.  They finish eating and then Lizzy’s mother turns in Lizzy’s direction. 
 

 Mother

 
Lizzy your teacher called the other day. She spoke of your writing. Your teacher told me you're the best writer in the class. I would love to read a few of your writings one day. (speaks through an enthusiastic smile)

Lizzy’s face blushes. She stares down at her plate shifting her weight in her chair.  

 

 Lizzy 

 
 I have completed none of my stories yet.  I am not as good as my teacher says I am.  I will let you read them when I am finished.

Mother

Okay, Lizzy but do not sell yourself short.  Your teacher believes you’re an amazing writer and so should you. I am very proud of you Lizzy Ann.
Her mother changes her focus to her brother Roger.  He has a grimace on his face staring into space. 
 

Mother 

 
What’s wrong Roger? How was your day at school  today, son?

 Roger

Mom, I don’t feel well may I be excused from the table.  My stomach hurts terrible.

Mother 

What’s wrong with it Roger

Roger 

I am not sure mom but I want to go lay down may I be excused.

Mother

That’s fine with me if it’s ok with your father.

Father

Yes, you may be excused I hope you feel better, son.

Mother 

I’ll come check on you in a little son.

Roger

Ok mom thank you.

Mother

You are welcome son

Lizzy 

Hope you feel better Roger

Roger

Me too Lizzy
Roger rises from the table with his arms crossed over his belly.  He is bent over in pain.  He exits the dining room leaving Lizzy alone with her parents. Lizzy looks up at her parents.

Lizzy

Mom and Dad may I be excused.  I am rather tired from school.

Father

Yes Lizzy you are excused.

Mother

We will talk later Lizzy.
 
 
 


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