This story takes place a year before season one of 7th heaven. The family tree is as follows:
Eric and Annie:
Matt, 15 born 1979
Mary, 13 born 1981
Lucy, 11 born Nov. 1982
Simon, 9 born 1985
Ruthie, 4 born 1990
"Mom," Lucy called. "Mary won't let me use the phone and I have an important call to make." She lunged forward to grab the phone from her sister.
"It's not your phone," Mary cried. "I promised Max I'll call him tonight. Besides, a social life of an 11 year old isn't that important and can wait."
"Since when did you have a boyfriend? A guy had to be a jerk to go out with you, Mary Camden!" By this time, Lucy was pissed because she herself wanted to call a friend and a girl at that. She wasn't as interested in boys as Mary seemed to be and all that talk of boys from Mary lately drove her crazy. They were fighting more than they used to now that Mary's a teenager and Lucy was not quite twelve. Being in the same school together didn't help the situations either.
As soon as Annie arrived upstairs with a, "What's going on?" they both competed with each other to explain. "Lucy's getting on my nerves lately and I could never have any privacy around here. I put up with it all the time but this is where I draw the line. The least I could do is make a phone call undisturbed," said Mary.
"Lucy, let Mary use the phone and then it's your turn," Annie said.
"But she ties up the phone lines all night," Lucy whined. "And my call to Gina can't wait that long because she'll be on her date with John."
"Call her tomorrow then," said Annie dismissively.
"But-."
Mary wore that triumphant look on her face as she started dialing the number, which pissed Lucy up even more. It didn't seem fair that Mary had more previledge because she's older. Given the chance, she could be just as responsible as Mary. I mean, why was she able to go on her first date a few weeks ago while Lucy wasn't even allowed to see a guy without her parents around? While Mary chattered with her boyfriend, Lucy stormed out to the living room where she might have her own privacy. She'll probably stop being bitchy to everyone when they start treating her more like a grown-up. Meanwhile, she started to write in her journal.
"I can't stand sharing the house with everyone lately. I'm like stuck in the middle. Simon and Ruthie gets to be spoiled by everyone because they're young. Matt and Mary gets to have more previlege and all that. I got nothing! This really sucked because a guy at 6th period lunch seemed to be interested in me. He finally gotta ask me out one day and I said yes because I wanted to be like Mary, even though I wasn't particularly interested in guys yet. I also wasn't aware of my disinterest because I wanted that date so bad. I asked mom if I could go and she just adamently refused, even after I said it would only be at the promenade. It was humiliating to have to call him and say I couldn't make it. He turned down my invitation to hang around the house because he didn't want parents around. Go figure. If I could have half of what he has, I'd be satisfied, but apparently I might have to wait a few years and the waiting part sucks.
"What I want are real parents, not a preacher who thinks he had some god-given rights to ruin my life. I will go out with the next guy who asks me if I have to sneak out the window. I have my eyes on that Jimmy Moon and I might have to spend all year getting him to notice me. I would die if he don't. xoxoxoxo Jimmy xoxoxoxo
"Love Lucy"
Slamming her book shut, she went upstairs to check on Mary, who had hung up and not in the room. That's weird, she thought. If she had gone out, Lucy was sure she would've noticed however intensely she was concentrating on the task at hand. Then she noticed the windows open and it was 8 pm at night, Mary's curfew (Matt's been bumped to 10 pm recently.) She climbed half way out hoping to find her, but there was no sign of her anywhere. A second later, Lucy spotted a note.
"Cover for me or you're dead.
"Mary"
As pissed as she was at her sister, there ain't no way in hell she'd let something happen to her. She debated between telling her parents and covering, like the note said. After some deliberation, she decided to cover. What's the worst thing that could happen anyhow? Mary's never drank or got high and she always got good grades. Plus she's on her school's basketball team. Maybe all she's doing is making out with Max at the back seat of his car. Something I won't be able to do for a while, she thought jealously. Nevertheless, she went into the living room to watch some soap.
