GUYS I TRIED! I tried to wait until next week to post this but I couldn't! I couldn't! I can't live with part one of Addie's story being finished and pt. two not being posted the following week! I can't! I can't! I am a horrible human being who succumbs to the pressures of her own characters whispering in her mind "Posssssstttttttttttt usssssssssssss! POooooSSSTttttS Usssus!"

Okay my dear children, I give you the hopefully amazing story "Lies".

(Lizzy)

"Liz! Do you know where my glasses are!" I heard the insufferable yelling of my oldest brother, Kain, yelling from his room. His voice on the urge of panic.

"Shudd-up, Kain! It's Saturday! Go back ta bed!" I yelled back, my dry throat cracking. It was some ungodly time of the morning, on a Saturday no less, and after a whole week of school- I was not getting up until it was at least five past 12. I heard my door open and with blurry eyes I saw it was my black haired brother, Kain, marching into my room. I covered my eyes with my pillow and mumbled out, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for my glasses," came his annoyed tone, I pulled the pillow off my face just as I saw him pulling open one of my drawers, my underwear drawer. "Oh, what is this?" he pulled out one of my pink bras, "I didn't know you owned one, you're so flat chested."

I sat up in bed instantly, my face reddening, "Oh my god, Kain! Get out!" I yelled throwing my pillow at him.

He just laughed as he dodged it, "Fine, fine, I'm leaving. By the way, it's, like, 12:30. Mom's getting angry," he said as he threw the bra back in the drawer and left, "nice bed head by the way."

I groaned, knowing full well that I would have to wrestle a birds nest of chocolate hair this morning. "Just get out," I told him as he left. I flopped back down in bed, mentally preparing myself for the oncoming day. When I had finally gotten my courage up I swung my pajama covered legs out of the beautiful warmth of my green blankets and over to the body mirror in the corner, trampling over dirty jeans and tee shirts the whole way. God, my brown hair was worst then it had ever been, it was basically a matted mess on top my head, except for that one tiny chunk of hair on the left side of my forehead that defied gravity.

I wasn't that much different then you're average 14 year old. I had a banana shaped body(I was still filling out, according to my mom) and flat as a board. My skin was tan and besides my green eyes and the little mole underneath my lip, nothing else about me really popped. And I was fine with it. It's not like I really cared about anything as literal like beauty or anything like that. Oh gosh I was getting into my "hipster mode" as my brothers liked to call it.

But my body shape wasn't my worry right now, it was my hair. I know it will be fighting a dragon for gold when I try to untangle it. I took a deep breath before grabbing the paddle brush that sat on top of my dresser that was to my right. I grabbed a chunk of hair and violently pulled the brush though it, biting my lip so not to gasp out in pain.

What felt like an hour later(it was actually ten minutes), my hair was up in it's regular pony tail (my bangs were already starting to come out of it). I grabbed my giant rectangular glasses and shoved them onto my face as I ran out of my room and slid down the banister (I was still wearing my over sized grey tee-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms that I slept in, mind you).

"What the-!?" I yelled as I nearly ducked as a piece of projectile toast came flying at my face when I came into the kitchen. My youngest brother, Thomas, had been the one to throw said piece of toast. Thomas was 6 (and the only one in my family to not have to wear glasses by the time they were 5), I had no idea how he managed to throw things at near bullet speeds. When I was six, the most exciting thing thing that I had ever done was repeatedly throw bowls spaghetti over my head and watch marathons of Star Trek.

"Elizabetta!" my mom chilled, "How many times do I have to tell you not to cuss around you're little brothers?" my mom was a pretty cool mom, but when ever she yelled at me like she was now- she was down right scary. Now, when I say cool, I don't mean it lightly- besides her being Italian and calling me "Figlia" (which is Italian for Daughter) she had a motherly-motherness about her that made her amazing. She was 49 and only a few grey hairs were starting to pop out of her coffee hair that was so much like mine, which was impressive considering that she's had to deal with 5 kids most of her life. Her dark brown eyes (that every kid in my family had inherited except me) were covered by some spindly silver glasses that perched of her medium sized nose. She wasn't fat or skinny, she was just... mom.

"Come on," I rolled my eyes, "I didn't even swear." I reached up into the soft brown cabinets and pulled out the most amazing cereal to ever be created; Frosted Flakes.

I felt someone knock me upside the head, I whipped around and I saw that it was Kain- his round black glasses were in their rightful place on his face, "Don't talk back to Mom, Lizzy." Despite his horrible annoying-ness, Kain had to be my favorite brother from the three.

"Sorry," I whispered as I pulled the milk from the fridge. Kain just grinned slightly before sitting down at the table, tinkering with a World War II era radio. He was always doing that... playing around with old radios and the such. "Hey, can you drop me off at the library? My friend wants me to start some manga- "Fullmetal something" and I want to see if they have it," I asked him as I sat down, chewing the frosty-deliciousness of my cereal.

"Sure, I have to meet up Jean there anyway," he mumbled out, turning a screw on the radio.

I finished up my cereal and kissed him on the cheek, "Thanks! I'll be down in ten then we can go," I ran up the stairs to my dark-blue painted room. I grabbed a black sweater from the ground and smelled it, okay- not soiled yet. I pulled off the grey tee-shirt and pulled on the pink bra that Kain had grabbed from my underwear drawer. I put the black sweater on and and then shimmied into some jeans. I threw on some blue converse and I was out the door. "Let's go, let's go, let's go," I annoyed Kain until he put the radio down. He eventually rolled his eyes and got up.

We got to his used car that smelled like cat piss and wrenched open the doors. Halfway through the trip I started up a conversation, "SOooooOoo, does Jean have a girlfriend yet or what?"

Kain sighed, "Sadly, no, but he keeps saying that he's gonna marry some girl, Riza I think her name is, but she's like 5 years older then him and has a thing with the flower shop guy."

I laughed, "Roy?"

"The one and only," he answered and I looked out the window to the dreary scenery of San Francisco in November. Crazily enough, there was some people walking in the rain. One person that caught my eye was a girl with shaggy blonde and brown hair that was limping and leaning on one crutch, but she was quickly covered up by the rain-fog. "It's getting really hard to see," I heard Kain say besides me.

We came to a cross roads and from my side of the window I could see a hummer coming strait for us, it wasn't slowing down. "Kain!"

CRASH!

white.

And that's the first chapter of "Lies". Whoop! I'm so excited for Lizzy and her personality and gah! She's amazing! I'm also really excited for people to get to know her. Okay, I'm done rambling now.

Addie: WHERE THE HELL AM I?

Queen: All in due time young Addie, all in due time.

Addie: I'M OLDER THEN YOU!

Queen: Why do you hate me?

Addie: Because you killed me off.

Queen: But I brought you back.

Lizzy: Queen-chan don't own NOTHIN'!