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God, I am so behind on the NaNoWrMo. I think it's because I've starting thinking of From Here to Sweet Valley as some sort of weird comedy serial, rather than an actual novel. No one will be more amazed than myself if I actually get it finished by Friday. And you nkow what? I don't want to finish it! I am amusing myself far too much by writing it.

That doesn't mean I don't feel all guilty and jealous when I hear of people finishing their 50,000 words though.

Anyway, here's

Elizabeth was sitting by the phone, a list of numbers by her side. So far, she’d invited nearly all their class to the reunion, and the response had been universally positive. No one could say no to Elziabeth Wakefield. She was still the most beloved woman in Sweet Valley. Her long absence hadonly increased everyone’s love for her.

There was just one person she hadn’t rung.

Cara Walker.

Elizabeth had been horrified by the news that Cara and Mr Collins had fallen in love. She felt enraged on Steven’s behalf, but mostly she was shocked that Mr Collins could have fallen for a student. Well, a former student.

And maybe, she thought, she was a little.....jealous?

Not that her feelings for Mr Collins had ever been anything other than respect and admiration, she reminded herself. But she missed her old mentor, and the thought that Cara and he were soulmates made her feel a little envious.

Elizabeth didn’t hate Cara for what she’d done, though. Jessica was the one who held grudges for years. But she didn’t feel comfortable at the thought of talking to the girl who had broken her brother’s heart.

Still, it had to be done. Taking a deep breath, she dialled the number.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Cara?”

“Yes?”

Suddenly ELizabeth found her courage returning.

“Hi, Cara it’s me, Liz. Liz Wakefield. How are you?”

Cara Walker was stunned. but she was also delighted. Had the Wakefields forgiven her for betraying their brother.

“I’m fine, Liz,” said cara. “It’s...it’s really good to hear from you. It’s been a long time.”

Suddenly Elizabeth’s vague feelings of animosity towards Cara melted away. It wasn’t fair to hold a grudge against a girl who had fallen in love with another. It wasn’t as if Cara had gone behind Steven’s back, she reminded herself. Cara had been honest with Steven from the moment she and Mr Collins realised their mutual passion.

“It’s good to talk to you too, Cara,” she said warmly. “How are things?”

Cara felt dizzy with relief. Liz was being friendly! Did this mean she could make a new start? Did this mean she could go to the reunion, meet her old friends? As the two girls chatted, she found herself hoping with all her heart that it did.


*************


Wearing her favourite gold bikini, Jessica lay on her favourite pink plush beach chair by the pool in the Wakefields’ back yard, one perfectly manicured hand trailing in the warm water. She looked serene and peaceful – but inside she was anything but. Jessica was thinking about a boy. That was nothing new – she seldom thought of anything but boys, clothes and people adoring her – but this time, the boy was Bruce.

And when she thought about it, that was nothing new too.

Jessica sighed. Could she really be falling under Bruce Patman’s sexual spell once more? It had been twelve years since their distastrous romance, which Jessica herself had ended in a dramatic scene at the Dairi Burger. She had paid Bruce back for treating her badly, and after that the pair had been, if not outright enemies, than bitter rivals.

But had their animosity just served to conceal the spark of passion that was kindled whenever they were together? Jessica feared that it had. She thought of her and Bruce’s passionate encounter in his new Porsche, which bore his old license plate: BRUCE1 Just thinking of those embossed letters made Jessica tingle.

“What’s wrong with me?” she said aloud. “How can I be feeling something for Bruce Patman? Haven’t I learned my lesson?”

But, remembering the sweet moments of sensual ecstasy which Bruce had bestowed upon her at Miller’s Point, she realised that she hadn’t.

“I crave you, Bruce,” she whispered. “I want to get those Chinos off you right now. I want to run my hands through your thick, healthy hair. But I’m not going to let you know!”

She leapt from he back chair and dived into the pool. Jessica Wakefield was always hot stuff, but right now she needed to cool down....

***********


“It was terrible, Maria!” said Winston Egbert. The former class clown’s voice was shaky as he took a sip of his coffee. The reunited lovers were in Luigi’s, Sweet Valley’s best pizza parlour, where Wisnton was telling Maria about hsi attempt to collect his possessions. “That monkey creature she keeps as a pet tried to stop me getting away! It flew after me – I thought it was going to stop me getting to the car!” He shook his head. “She’s crazy, Maria. She’s never going to let us live in peace, her and that monkey, Boo Boo. We have to get away. Let’s move far from here! Let’s go to, I don’t know, New York! Boston! Anywhere far away from Lila Fowler!”

Maria looked in distress at Winston. She knew his terorwas genuine, but she found it hard to believe that Lila, although undeniably grotesque, was quite as terrifying as Winston made out. Surely Lila wouldn’t actually harm anyone. Maria was sure the millionairess was all talk. And as for the flying moneky creature –well, Winston was obviously exaggerating. It must be some sort of exotic bird that looked like a monkey, or, if the beast were an actual simian, it must have jumped and leaped around the place in a clever simulation of genuine flight. A monkey that flew – well, that was just preposterous, and preposterous things just didn’t happen in a normal town like Sweet Valley. That weird town up the coast, yes, but not here.

But Maria also knew that Lila had bullied Winston for years, and that she had to acknowledge his fear. It wouldn’t do to try and cajole him out of it.

“I don’t think we need move right now, Win,” she said. “But we’ll definitely keep out of Lila’s way. She’s probably just freaking out a bit because her slave has broken free. She’ll get over it.” Her hand reached out and touched Winston’s shaking one. “And so will you.”

Winston raised his eyes to hers, and attempted a smile. But his eyes were sad. “I hope so,” he said. “I hope I get a chance to do that...”

To Be Continued...

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angiv
Nov. 26th, 2002 12:34 pm (UTC)
The selfish part of me doesn't want you to finish it by Friday either - I don't want to stop reading it.

“I crave you, Bruce,” she whispered. “I want to get those Chinos off you right now. I want to run my hands through your thick, healthy hair. But I’m not going to let you know!”

Hee!
starfishchick
Nov. 27th, 2002 07:25 am (UTC)
Thump! That was me, jumping on the selfish bandwagon.
leedy
Nov. 27th, 2002 02:30 am (UTC)
I think my mental image of Bruce's hair is getting ever more bouffant as the story continues.
weizenwind
Dec. 8th, 2002 03:13 pm (UTC)
More! More!!
Don't finish it, but please, please don't stop! I'm totally hooked, having read the whole thing today. Must . . . have . . . more . . .
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