<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot of McKinney HS (Go Lions!)<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, sunglasses on her forehead.<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Open<br/><br/><strong>"Mr. Golden gave a book to read last year," </strong>Elizabeth said out of the blue.  She'd been quiet throughout the confrontation and the subsequent accretion of calmer individuals around Michael.  It was so easy to forget she was there.<strong>"We were already reading <em>Lord of the Flies</em> for Ms. Marks' English class, and he said it was where a lot of the ideas for it came from."<br/><br/>"The baseball team are Jacks.  Michael's Simon.  You know, Simon predicted his own death and what would happen to Ralph."</strong>She turned her eyes on Billy.<strong>"You're Ralph.  I don't know who Piggy is."</strong>Elizabeth frowned.<strong>"Maybe I'm Piggy.  I don't know.  I'm not smart enough.  Anyway, the book Mr. Golden gave me was about this idea of where laws come from and how people agree to them but they're not real.  They're ideas.  You know, like in economics when they taught us money isn't real, it's like that car, the Fiat?  The book said that there's this social contract thing, and it's breaking down.  People will go back to being mean really quickly.  Like the baseball team did.  Jacks."</strong><br/>