Hey guys!!! Guess what? I'mmmm back!!!! I know a lot of people have been writing fic's about going back to Victorian London, and finding Sweeney Todd 'n stuff… but do not fear, dear readers! It will be different… I promise.
Disclaimer: The closest I've gotten to owning Sweeney Todd is a Mrs. Lovett dress, and the two disc special edition…
Nothing more. ;( *sob*
Oh, and I don't own otter-pops either :D
Chapter one:
prologue
Melting.
That was the only word to currently describe my day.
My red otter-pop was dripping onto my bright green skinny jeans, and my previously straightened hair was rather poodle-like.
The hard concrete steps that I was slouching on were becoming increasingly hotter, and I made a decision to move my otter-pop eating to a large sagging oak tree.
My name is Liz Burk. I'm not skinny… but definitely not fat. I'm very pale, but I have freckles, and my hair is currently cut into an inverted bob, and my bangs are dyed fuchsia, with random streaks of electric blue.
"107 degrees!" I wailed, "I don't think I can survive this much longer!!!" my mother threw me an exasperated look, and then explained that, due to the air-conditioning, it was most likely far cooler, inside.
I took her wise words into account, and dragged myself upstairs to the TV room, to watch a movie.
"Nope, hate Zac Efron his eyes freak me out…. Hmmm…"
I muttered to myself as I flipped through my small collection of somewhat crappy movies, "Why do we still have this? No one I know like care bears…"
How hard is it to find a decent movie these days?
And then… it came to me.
"Sweeney flipping Todd!!! YAY!"
I swiftly grabbed the disc out of it's case, and flung it into the readied DVD player.
The opening credits began to take form.
But even though the AC was on full blast, the heat had snuck into the small room, its walls wallpapered with flowers, the ground littered with my sisters plastic baby dolls. I fanned myself, and cuddled into my blue sofa.
I could feel my eyes sliding closed…. But no!!! I'm missing the best movie of all time! But, alas. It was too late, and I was most definitely asleep.