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...goodbye to Sweet Valley High...

The saga continues! Better get your hankies out, ladies and gents, because this bit's a tear-jerker....

She remembered that day like it was yesterday, But in fact, it was nearly ten years ago. The day after graduation...



She had been so happy. It was the greatest day of her life, graduating as Sweet Valley High’s valedictorian. And yet her happiness was tinged with sadness, for she was saying farewell to the place that had been her second home for so many years. While her family and classmates milled about the lawn of the school, Elizabeth softly stole back into the school. She wanted to say goodbye to Sweet Valley High.

She wandered the corridors, pausing as the memories took hold. The cafeteria, where Jessica had cooked up a hundred crazy schemes, where Winston Egbert had impressed them all with his merry pranks. The darkroom, where she had developed the photographs which had helped in the capture of a dangerous criminal. Her stomach churned as she passed down the halls towards the room that would always have an important place in her heart.

The Oracle office.

How many evenings had she spent, debating what gossip items to include in that wonderful column of hers? Working away on her trusty typewriter, laughing with Olivia and Penny Ayala. She even had fond memories of John Pfeifer, the sports editor who had turned out to be a scary would-be date rapist. He had been a decent guy, once upon a time. it was pity he’d turned into such a psycho. She sighed wistfully as she reached out a hand to open the door.

it was then that she heard the voices. Someone was in the office. More than one person. She thought it might be Olivia or Mr Collins, but then she heard one of the people, a girl, say “Oh god, this is so bad - but I love it!”

“That’s Enid’s voice!” thought Elizabeth. “And it sounds like she’s in the middle of a private moment. That’s a bit skanky, but I’d better leave her...”

Then she heard the other voice. “I love it too - like I love you, you enchanting temptress!”

Elizabeth stood there in shock. She knew that voice. How could she not?

It was Todd.

Todd Wilkins. Star basketball player of Sweet Valley High. The love fo Elizabeth’s life. Even though he had moved to Vermont for a few months, during which time he and Elizabeth had both dated other people, they had got back together soon after he moved home, and had been inseperable ever since.

Until now.

Hardly able to breath, Elizabeth opened the door. A horrific sight met her fearful eyes.

Enid and Todd were entwined in a passionate embrace - more passionate than any Todd and Liz had ever exhanged. Their pants of lust echoed around the empty room. And they were draped over what was, to Elizabeth, the most sacred part of the Oracle office.

Her typewriter.

With a strangled cry, Elizabeth backed towards the door. The lovers stopped their grunting and looked around at her.

“Oh my God!” screamed Enid. “Liz!”

“Don’t speak to me,” Elizabeth said in a choked voice. “I’m going. And I never want to see either of you again.

“We can explain -” began Enid.

“Don’t say anything,” said Elizabeth. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear your voices. I don’t want to see you.

”Elizabeth, I’m sorry...” cried Todd.

“Todd,” said Elizabeth. She looked at him, her aquamarine eyes brimming with tears, tenderness shining through the pain. “Go fuck yourself.”

With that, she ran out of the offices. She had never seen either of them again.


To be continued...

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yiskah
Nov. 6th, 2002 05:32 am (UTC)
Dude, that's harsh. Poor Liz.
stellanova
Nov. 6th, 2002 05:55 am (UTC)
Yeah, it actually started getting a bit serious, there. Damn. I was feeling sorry for her myself. There I was, amusing myself with phrases like "enchanting temptress", and then something aproximating reality started intruding! But only a teeny weeny tiny bit.
cangetmad
Nov. 6th, 2002 05:57 am (UTC)
Yeah, but... the typewriter. Snerk.

No?
stellanova
Nov. 6th, 2002 06:00 am (UTC)
Yeah, that was meant to be funny. In fact, the whole thing was; it was only when I wrote Liz's reactions to it I started making her dialogue faintly plausible, although there were still references to her aquamarine eyes and suchlike. Still, only, like, two sentences, that's not too bad....
yiskah
Nov. 6th, 2002 07:08 am (UTC)
Yeah, the typewriter was inspired, I must admit.

More, more!
jinxremoving
Nov. 6th, 2002 06:00 am (UTC)
heartbreaking! oh, the drama!
and, your masterpiece keeps reminding me of all these american things i don't know. like, what is a valedictorian?
stellanova
Nov. 6th, 2002 06:04 am (UTC)
Hee! I don't really know either! I think it onvolves making speeches when you graduate high school.

Note: the nearest we had to a secondary school graduation ceremony was a Mass in the school, which our families attended, after which my friends and I all went down to Griffith Park in our Docs and flowery skirts and skinny-rib jumpers (it was 1993) and drank out of two cans. Between about seven of us. Classy. Actually, we went to dinner in a nice local restaurant after that, but apparently we felt the need to kill the time in between by knacker-drinking.
jinxremoving
Nov. 6th, 2002 06:09 am (UTC)
awww, how sweet.

at my school, the sixth-formers were allowed to do mad stuff on their last day, which involved dressing up on a theme, having water fights, a bouncy castle, and collecting money for charity. our year's theme was gangsters, so everyone dressed up like reservoir dogs, which i found terribly unoriginal. mind you, i don't know what i was doing running around in a cop shoot cop t-shirt and combats, but still. then we had to get back in our uniforms and have a jokey award ceremony, and then that night there was a party in a dodgy juvenile drinker club, where nobody even pretended they were going to miss anyone.
spacetart
Nov. 6th, 2002 08:02 am (UTC)
Valedictorian is the top student of the class, salutatorian is the second ranked student. But since the name means roughly, "saying goodbye", the person who gets to talk at the ceremony makes sense as a definition too.
biascut
Nov. 6th, 2002 06:24 am (UTC)
"tenderness shining through the pain"!!

On our last day of school before study leave for GCSEs, we all signed each other's school uniform shirts and took in books to sign for each other. I still have both.

We also had an evening not long before our GCSEs where we went to collect our Records of Achievement. These were some big Tory initiative that lasted all of three years or something, where we all got a red folder with plastic pockets to put all of our qualifications in - the idea being that they'd be a crucial part of every job interview we went to for the next forty years. *shakes head* Since we hadn't even done GCSEs at the time, they had certificates for things like being a prefect or getting over 90% attendance in your fifth year and more or less wearing the correct uniform.
cangetmad
Nov. 6th, 2002 06:44 am (UTC)
We signed shirts, too! While they were on the body of the participant, no less, and it's notable that they were absolutely covered in writing, except for the breast area. Big blank space there.
biascut
Nov. 7th, 2002 04:14 am (UTC)
Uh - Chris Ward went around drawing around his hand on the girls' chests, then signing it and numbering it. I think I was number eight.

*blushes*
stellanova
Nov. 6th, 2002 07:03 am (UTC)
Hey, it's just dawned on me that I've turned into one of those annoying Americans who write Harry Potter fan fic in total ignorance of that side of the Atlantic! Well, I suppose it's really not total ignorance, what with having worked over there for a few months and my parents having lived there for over three years, not to mention absorbing American culture for 27 years, but still, I'm obviously ignorant enough!
jinxremoving
Nov. 6th, 2002 07:38 am (UTC)
aye, but you're bluffing your way through it pretty well.
(hang on - have we got any americans in here to check?)
alicetiara
Nov. 6th, 2002 11:58 am (UTC)
You're doing just fine. All you ever needed to know about the US you learned from Sweet Valley, apparently!

If you have any American high school questions, just let me know.
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