Average Everyday seems Psycho:
The Girl who Ruined it all
Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto
I stood there, ignoring the yelling behind me about the table and the boys crap all over it, ignoring the things thrown in the dinning room. Just standing there. Probably was a stupid idea. Really stupid. But it kept my mind off the horrible screams from behind me. Naruto was on.
I loved the show.
It was amazing!
Ninjas, drama, adventure, slight love, it was my world but better (Without the ninja part).
"LIZ GET YOUR FACE AWAY FROM THAT DAMN TV!" That's how it started.
I better give alittle information about myself. My names Liz, I'm 14, Im a B+ student with medium black hair and natural caramel highlights. The only thing special about me is I have a photographic Memory, My blue eyes were so called like stars and everyone who stars long at them goes into a trance kind of, and I have a habit of rambling to myself when I'm nervous. Ohh yea and I think on my feet.
Literally. I can't sit and think on something hard so I always sit in the back and when there's a hard problem the teacher knows its hard when I stand and start to stare at it. Old habit.
Well back to the Horrible moment of time. I turned just in time to bend into a back bend to miss a plate thrown at my face that smashed into the wall above the TV.
"I said look at me Damnit!" I pushed myself back up to my feet and rubbed my back. Never doing that again. Nope, Nope, Nope. I yawned out of the blue and looked to my father who glared at me from the sink.
"Elizabeth-ann would you pay attention and clean the living room!"
"Yea!" Arthur mocked. That was my life. I was the only girl in a house of 5 boys (including my father). Father (Ron), Arthur (oldest and a Jock), Jim (dumbest, second oldest), Bryce (Middle child, athletic), Me (Second youngest, best strategy and thinker), Matt (Youngest, 8 years old, Brat). Where, you might ask, is my mother? Dead. Died two years ago in a car crash coming home from a Track meet with me in the passengers side. Head on Head collision but I fell into the small crammed space between the seat and the hood and under the dash board somehow. My mother smashed out the window and died instantly.
Well, once again, I rambled. Well I glared at Arthur and threw the towel at him that was in my hand. It reeked of bleach cleaner. It was Monday and during the summer so of course, it was clean the house or die from wrath of angry father who has a job interview. Well he glared and got to his feet.
"He said you clean!" He snarled.
"Yea but you got moping duty and Jim broke the Mop" I snarled with a smirk, "So good luck!" I mocked. As I turned to the TV and began to dust down the table with my duster. I tightened my pony tail as I got to my tip-toes to get behind the large TV.
"HERE! Have some help LIZ!" Bryce mocked and pushed me. Bad thing about it was it was storming outside and lightning flashed and thunder roared the exact moment Byrce pushed me. How in the world this happened I hit the TV and as it was falling to the ground I fell with it and
Swoop.
Yea . . . Sorry no cool sound effect but that was it. Swoop! I slid into the screen like jelly as the TV smashed into bits. I don't know what Bryce and Arthur were doing but they were probably Cheering I was gone then realizing that I was the only one paying for their school and cursing, because I still had life insurance on me but I had to sign it for them to get anything. And I didn't do it just yet. Wasn't even planning on it either. I had about 6,000 saved up on my insurance and the company would give me 4,000 more since I was 3 points off an A student, I did track, helped out at D.A.R.E (Something or other against drugs and alcohol), and was a Daughters of Claires (not the store, the orphanage, No I wasn't an orphan but I volunteered there and where ever I went I would have that good person badge). Well. Swoop! I was gone! In the TV.
Well, onto where I landed. Somehow I was screaming and spinning around as the Air pushed past me then . . . AOOF.
Yea.
Aoof!
You know, the sound that escapes from you when you hit a soft surface hard enough to push the air out of you but not hard enough to hurt something. Aoof!
Well I laid there for a second before groaning and rolling onto my back. I stared up at the night sky and let my hands slip from my chest and slam into the soft surface I hit.
Sand.
"Huh?" I whispered, my voice kind of rough from screaming but it was coming back. I rolled to my side and stared at it until it clicked. Sand.
Not wood floor.
Not TV Glass.
Not broken plastic parts and not a ugly carpet.
Sand.
"HOLY MOTHER OF COWS!" I cried out and jumped to my feet. I hated cursing. It was mean, and rude, and I was a nice person . . . Slightly. I looked around, jumping around like a wet kitten until I heard a door open in front of me and I was instantly come face to face with a blinding orange light. Then a face.