I bounced my right leg up and down as I waited for Mrs. Cavanaugh to pass out our math test, like I always did when I was nervous. I was never very good at math. Her thin fingers placed the packet onto my desk and she flashed a smile. "How's your mother doing these days?" she asked.
"Very well, thank you. How are you doing?" I replied, smiling back.
"I'm doing wonderful," she said, placing another packet on her daughter's (and one of my best friends'), Brooke Cavanaugh's. My mother is best friends with Mrs. Cavanaugh, and she also was when Mrs. Cavanaugh was Miss Spencer Hastings.
I looked down at my test. "Name:" it read. Well, at least I know that one. "Lillian Fitz," I wrote, in my curly half-cursive half-print handwriting. My eyes glanced over to Brooke. She was already on the second page. I smiled and started to read number one.
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"Lily, time for dinner!" my mother called from downstairs. I groaned and closed the book I was reading.
"Coming," I called back down to her. I ran down the stairs, my dark brown hair bouncing up and down as I went.
"Vince, stop watching TV and get some plates," my mom called over her shoulder to my twin brother. I smirked to myself, knowing that I wouldn't have to set the table or even get plates for a week, because I won a mere game of tic-tac-toe. My brothers can be a little competitive sometimes.
"Ugh, can't Ron do it today?" he groaned, turning off the TV.
"No, he can't, because today is Monday, and you know that Mondays are your day to do things around here," she explained. Ron and Mike, my other brothers, ran down the stairs, pushing and shoving to get to the table. Even though Mike was nine and Ron was 16, there was hardly any age difference in the way they acted. And although it was unmistakable that we were siblings, with our dark hair and fair skin, I was nothing like them. My mom says that my brothers are like her brother times three, because they wouldn't read for anything and loved sports. She only suffered one. I have three. FUN!
I walked over to my dad, who was reading on the couch, of course. "Dad, Brooke and I have already made plans to have a sleepover at her house tonight, as you know, and I was going to eat there. Is that alright with you?" I asked; my hazel eyes filled with plea.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, that sounds fine with me, because all we are having over here is pizza," he said with a smile.
I grabbed my bags after thanking him, telling my mother where I was going and that I had already talked it over with dad.
I hopped onto my old bike and drove down the street of our neighborhood.
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I stared Maggie deep into her red, watering eyes. "YOU BLINKED! YOU BLINKED! I WIN! I TOLD YOU I WAS THE CHAMPION!" I yelled, dancing around Brooke's bedroom. Maggie tried to look mad, but she couldn't help and smile along with Brooke and Jessica. My mom always says we look like her and her old friends when they were young. It's probably because we are related to them.
Maggie is Emily's daughter, but since Ms. Fields isn't straight, Maggie wasn't naturally conceived. Ms. Field lives with her daughter, and isn't currently seeing anyone. Jessica, on the other hand, has both parents. Mr. Rivers finally got his hair cut when Hanna (she told Maggie, Brooke and I to call her by her first name so she feels younger) told him he was getting too old to have hair that long.
We were laughing and dancing around, when my phone rang.
"Hello? Yes, this is she. What's wrong? WHAT? Oh my god. Um, y-yes ma'am. Wait – will he be alright? God… ok thank you. Bye." I set down the phone with a shocked expression on my face.
"What? What is it? What happened, Lily?"
I gulped. "Mike just had a seizure, an-and collapsed onto the floor. He's at the hospital. An ambulance just picked my family up."
WOAH! I bet you didn't see that one coming, did you! oh yeah, heads up: This is just an intro. The story will have a new "A", but the girls wont know that their mothers got texts. And there will be a ton of drama. PLEASE REVIEW! BYE! :)