/Lizzy/

Ugh! What time was it?

I peeked through my eyelids.

6:30 AM.

Right on time…ugh…but I feel so tired…

I tried opening one eye, then the other. They remained firmly closed.

Well, a couple minutes wouldn’t hurt. Studying for that history test really stressed me out. When did I go to sleep yesterday? 2 o’clock? Or was it 3?

Time confounds me.

I relaxed, knowing that a few minutes would do me good.

Yes, just relax for the moment…you’ll wake up soon enough…

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“CRAP!”

How on earth did I sleep for 2 more hours?

The clock read 8:30. School was about to start in 15 minutes, and here I am, still in my junky sweatpants and a ragged up t-shirt that I use for pajamas. A red t-shirt with the words ‘I’m everything but ordinary’ was sprawled on the hard mahogany floor. I pulled that on quickly, along with a random pair of shorts from under my bed. My backpack was beside it, so I towed it downstairs while stuffing my socks on at the same time. I checked the clock. 10 minutes.

I sighed. Great, now I have to take my car. I was hoping for a morning jog.

My quick meal was simple, a pop-tart. Taking a random one, I stuffed it in my pockets, and grabbed the keys to my car. Oh how i LOVED it! My mom, as oblivious as she can get, can sometimes read my mind. It's like she knew exactly the car I wanted. Well, I don't use it much considering i like walking or jogging to school, but it's the thought that counts.

As if I had a choice.

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After the divorce with dad, mom found a rich husband (don’t get the wrong idea, they love each other passionately). Brad was the owner of the biggest house in the whole town, something I was not so proud of. He also owned two VERY big hotels in Chicago. Why I do not know, rich people have weird minds.

Anyways, as you may have known, I’m Lizzy Laming, proud owner of a name with alliteration. My dad, Justin Laming, got a divorce with my mom, Molly Laming. Some stuff to do with dad cheating, when actually, I know for a fact that dad didn’t cheat. He just didn’t love mom anymore, and made up the story. What I don’t get is that I was 15, perfectly old enough to handle the news that love has just vanished between them. Of course, that was when the lies started.

I’m starting to think that mom was the one who cheated. Not more than 3 months after the separation, she was engaged to Brad Momor. She didn’t even introduce us much. It was more of a ‘you’ll see him at the wedding’ sort of thing. I didn’t even know they were dating. It turns out, mom really DOES love him, I’ve just been too blind to notice the singing in showers, more home cooked meals, and happy smiley face clues. I was busy moping after dad, someone I was more close to. So for those three months, it was just mom and me. After the marriage, we became a family of six though. Turns out, Brad’s had some children too.

Anyways, as I was saying, Lizzy here. I’m 17 right now, and it’s been a year since the marriage. I’m not like those nerdy people who like to read textbooks for fun, nor am I the school queen bitch. However, like my shirt says, I’m also everything but ordinary. Contrary to what you might think with your quick judgmental brains, I’m actually quite popular. I’ve got 3 best friends, and then another group of just close friends. In total, our group adds up to about 15. Just enough to squeeze in at the lunch table. Most of us are in the student council, the rest, would be in the dance team. Me? I juggle both. Along with track, and swimming. I’ve went out with some jocks and stuff, but nothing clicked. Every good looking guy has to be a jackass, every nice, decent guy has to be gay, and every nice and hot guy had to get an oinker nose, sprout wings, and fly around in never land.

I’m not going to tell you the full list of my best friends, who I’m in love with, what my favorite colors are, and stuff like that. But I will say this: the two things I hate the most are players who think they dominate the world, and short replies to my emails. (ha ha)

HEY! They’re really annoying when you spend five precious minutes typing to someone and they give you a ‘that’s cool’ back!

Anyways, the past year has been okay, except for one thing:

Brenda and Christina.

Describe them in one word? Sluts.

I seriously tried to make peace with them. Considering the fact that they’re pretty popular, they considered me at first. But that was before they knew me, who liked short shorts, but not underwear shorts, who liked bikinis, but not penny sized ones, who liked a graphic Hollister t-shirt over a slutty god knows where they got them shirts. After realizing the kind of person I was, they might have just called me Cinderella. Brad was no different. I mean, mom was supposed to fall in love with a handsome, caring and considerate guy. Brad had 1 out of 3…at least in my eyes. Through mom’s, he was perfect; no flaws, just a perfect little angel who just made her the happiest mom as can be. Through his view, I was nothing but a dirty rag, hurled into his filthy rich life.

Okay, so maybe it’s a little melodramatic, but put the blame on the imagination. If I could stop it from running away in its own little world, I would. It’s not as if I was some punk who trashed the house. He just didn’t like me. I do nothing wrong, and he abhors me anyways. It’s like a rule, if I’m not his child or his wife, I’m worth nothing. How rude.

Oh! How can I forget! I also have this adorable 12 year old step-brother Chris! Chris is like me in so many ways. He hates Brenda and Christina as much as I do, and he does track and swimming too! He’s like a replica of me, except 5 years younger and a different sex. He’s the most popular guy in Massey Middle school, but he’s not a playboy who breaks hearts. If only we had those guys at Massey High. One less problem to worry about that way…

Back to reality: I stumbled on the flowery welcome rug as I rushed to the garage door, and punched the button that made it squeak open. I threw my navy blue Abercrombie and Fitch bag full of heavy textbooks in the yellow Saab 9-3 convertible. Then, in went my brand new pink Coach purse with those cute little rings that I’ve wanted since forever. The top was already down, which saved me the trouble of doing it myself. I hate having a convertible and not being able to have the hood down in the winter and everything. In the summer, it feels so nice to have my pale blond hair flying, and my sky blue eyes stinging of tears from the blowing wind and the exhilaration of going 50 miles per hour. It’s not a lot, but hey, I’m only going to school.

The engine hummed when I turned the keys that were in the ignition. My peaceful Mozart music was currently still in the disc player, and I turned it on. His first piece came down, and it calmed my nerves. Only for a couple of seconds before I realized that I needed to haul some major ass or I would be late. The rubber burned and squealed as I drove away in frenzy, the wind carrying my hair once again. I was glad I lived in a town where traffic’s no worry. Let’s just say, even with Mozart speaking to my inner angel soul, the devil me likes to take over when in my cute little convertible. What can I say? I dream of danger. And I haven’t asked it yet, but I’m pretty sure danger dreams of me too.

My turns were sharp, as were my stops. When I saw the huge building of the high school getting closer, I stomped on the gas pedal, and lurched forward, almost banging my head on the steering wheel in the process of doing so. Wow. The dizzying drive only took up 2 minutes. That had to be a record. Racing myself can be called lame, but the drive gives me adrenaline. This is my way of getting rid of sleepyhead syndrome.

Like I always do, I ignored the student parking lot, and parked down the street like I always did. A good jog should lose those calories in the pop tart. (I’m a girl, I care about getting fat!) I shut off my music, which had only just finished the first concerto, and opened my door to get out.

That’s when I noticed it.

Okay, so totally new plot and everthing. I've kept bits of the old chapter on, but i've decided to change the plot. It was way too cliche and way too unreal. I mean seriously, escaping a hospital and then getting in a gang fight? I didn't know what i was thinking.

If you liked the old chapter better, i'm praying you wont kill me.

But think of it this way, brand new story whose first 4 chapters come out a tad faster since i'm using bits of the old parts. I also added new pictures. A brand new Lizzy Laming, and Brenda and Christina too!

Please R&R!
love yas!

V. Kimble