"MOM!!!" Lizzie yelled, running into the kitchen, waving a sheet of paper
in her mothers face. Jo laughed and tried to calm her daughter.
"Lizzie, chill out, what is it?" she asked, still laughing. Lizzie thrusted the paper into her mothers hands.
"Read that!" she said, biting her bottom lip. Her mother read over it and looked at Lizzie.
"Student exchange program? Honey, your not going to some foreign country, no way," she said, wiping down the counter. Lizzie scoffed.
"Mom! I'm fourteen! Why cant I go to Italy? It would be so much fun!" she said, begging her mother. Jo shook her head.
"No. We don't have the money to send you to Venice. And I don't like the thought of you roaming the streets of Italy all by yourself," she said, not looking up from the counter.
"But mom I WOULDN'T be by myself! There're plenty of other kids going too!" Lizzie pleaded. Jo shook her head once again.
"Even so, we don't have the money." She looked over at her daughters face. "Lizzie, stop pouting. You know im not trying to be the bad guy here. But I don't like the thought of my little baby wandering some foreign place alone," she said, hugging Lizzie. "Tell you what," she said, as she looked at the paper once again. "How about we be a host family? For the kid that comes here?" Lizzie looked at her mom.
"Really?" she asked. Jo nodded.
"Of course." Lizzie hugged her mom.
"Thanks mom," she said. "Im gonna go call Miranda." She ran off to her room, almost as excited as she was when she came home.
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"Lizzie, chill out, what is it?" she asked, still laughing. Lizzie thrusted the paper into her mothers hands.
"Read that!" she said, biting her bottom lip. Her mother read over it and looked at Lizzie.
"Student exchange program? Honey, your not going to some foreign country, no way," she said, wiping down the counter. Lizzie scoffed.
"Mom! I'm fourteen! Why cant I go to Italy? It would be so much fun!" she said, begging her mother. Jo shook her head.
"No. We don't have the money to send you to Venice. And I don't like the thought of you roaming the streets of Italy all by yourself," she said, not looking up from the counter.
"But mom I WOULDN'T be by myself! There're plenty of other kids going too!" Lizzie pleaded. Jo shook her head once again.
"Even so, we don't have the money." She looked over at her daughters face. "Lizzie, stop pouting. You know im not trying to be the bad guy here. But I don't like the thought of my little baby wandering some foreign place alone," she said, hugging Lizzie. "Tell you what," she said, as she looked at the paper once again. "How about we be a host family? For the kid that comes here?" Lizzie looked at her mom.
"Really?" she asked. Jo nodded.
"Of course." Lizzie hugged her mom.
"Thanks mom," she said. "Im gonna go call Miranda." She ran off to her room, almost as excited as she was when she came home.
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