<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Home, then 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>:  Vivian, Open<br/><br/>The smile Elizabeth gave back, while wan, was utterly sincere.<strong>"Always?  Promise?" </strong><br/><br/>Vivian was right.  She never had let Elizabeth down, not even when Elizabeth hadn't been the strongest supporter during troubled times.  That incident with the other cheerleaders, when they'd gotten onto Vivian for some rumors.  Strong, amazing Vivian had stood right up to them.  Not confrontational, exactly, but strong and confident with a 'Yeah?  So what?' attitude that Elizabeth envied.  And where was her flier?  Elizabeth should have been right there, standing up for her spotter who'd never let her down.  Instead, Elizabeth had hung off to the side, sort of supporting Vivian and sort of letting things just happen.  It still made her feel ashamed.<br/><br/><strong>"Vivian?" </strong>Elizabeth's hands came up and grasped Vivian's wrists, then slid them off her shoulders so the two ended up holding hands.<strong>"I'm glad you're here.  I'm going to need you, a lot.  I don't even know half these people and some of them scare me.  I mean, that girl brought a gun.  A gun!  I know we're in Texas and everyone has a gun, but still.  She brought a gun to school.  And Michael, he scares me too.  Jack and his knife, that theater girl, even Billy a little bit.  I mean, I think he was going to shoot that guy.  With his arrow, like something out of Hunger Games."</strong>Elizabeth's hands squeezed hard, harder than most people would think given her small size.  Cheerleaders and tumblers had to have strong hands and wrists or else they ended up hurt.<br/><strong><br/>"You're the only one I know.  The only one I trust.  I..."</strong>Elizabeth sighed, squeezed Vivian's hands again then let go of them.<br/><strong><br/>"Oh shoot, my glasses,"</strong>she said, awkwardly changing the subject.  Elizabeth toed the broken pieces and shook her head.<strong>"They were brand new too."</strong><br/><br/>A first world problem in a third world situation.