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Summary: Lizzie, Gordo, and Miranda are seniors in high school. Lizzie and Gordo just realized a year ago that they were perfect for each other. They are in a car accident, Lizzie is injured, and as she searches for someone to blame, she can only think to blame Gordo.

Elizabeth McGuire lay in a hospital bed surrounded by machines and monitors. Her blackened eyelids fluttered as she regained consciousness. "Oh, Lizzie!" Jo McGuire sprang from her chair and hugged Lizzie. "Oh, Lizzie, I was afraid we were going to lose you!

"Sam!" Jo shook her husband awake. "Lizzie's awake!"

"Lizzie!" Sam cried. "Oh, sweetie!" He hugged Lizzie.

"Mom?" Lizzie croaked. Her voice sounded distant even to her. "Shh, Lizzie. You have a tube in your throat. They'll take it out in a few days." Lizzie nodded slightly to acknowledge that she had heard her mother.

"Do you remember what happened, Lizzie?" Jo asked. Lizzie shook her head.

"You and Miranda had just been picked up by Gordo to go to the Winter Dance, remember?"

Lizzie nodded.

"The car slid on black ice and the car flipped over the barrier. Gordo got off with a fractured wrist."

Lizzie knew her mother wasn't mentioning Miranda on purpose, but her brain couldn't put it all together. She raised her eyebrows at her mother as if to ask, "And Miranda?"

Jo got the message loud and clear. She clasped one of Lizzie's hands in both of her own and said softly, "Miranda didn't make it, Lizzie. She died instantly, painlessly."