Liz wakes up to the sound of the Spice Girls playing from the clock radio. She grabs it and throws the annoying thing across the room in disgust. [I]Gag me.[/I]

"Lizzie are you up?"

[I]Oh great, it's the wanna-be ho.[/I]"Yes, I'm up."

"Well hurry up. You don't wanna be late on your first day."

Liz mutters, "Nope we wouldn't want that now would we."

As Liz gets up, she looks out the window onto the New York street. Kids playing baseball already, clearing out of the way when a car needs to get through. [I]What I would give to be like them...[/I]

Taking a quick shower, she throws on a pair of black jeans and boots, pondering on a shirt. [I]God Parker, it's school. Just pick a damn shirt.[/I] Liz grabs a black tank top and throws it on, quickly running a brush through her long, chocolate brown locks. She grabs her beat-up messenger bag and slings it over her shoulder. She doesn't even bother saying goodbye, she never was oen for goodbyes. Just like Dad.... she think bitterly as she walks the couple blocks to school. [I]It's a brand new fucking day. I wonder how long I have until I get kicked out and moved....[/I]

~Sorry so short. Still sick, but tell me what ya think. Eden~