====Just A Day, Just An Ordinary Day===
Chapter: One
Setting: The Van Zandt household, a periwinkle living room with pillows, chairs, and couches to match, 32" TV (courtesy of Mr. Van Zandt) blaring, 13-year-old girl who is slightly corrupted (though it isn't her fault at all *eye roll*)
Liberty exhaled the deepest sigh she had ever exhaled. Although she was the smartest person in Grade 8 there was something missing, there is ALWAYS something missing. Liberty rolled her eyes at the girl on the screen, Rory Gilmore, Miss Perfect. OK, so she has to choose between two guys Jess and Dean or whatever their names were and she's complaining! I mean, Liberty would give anything to have at least ONE guy fawn over her the way Rory did. She seriously loved the Gilmore Girls but she felt it didn't reach out to all the girls in this world.
"It adds to the insecurities teens have in this era. They are constantly worrying about themselves and with Little Miss Perfect flouncing around, knowing exactly who she is and what she wants to do, only makes girls feel even more inferior." She adjusted her square-shaped glasses and tucked a piece of curly hair behind her ear.
Just then Liberty's mother, Frieda Van Zandt, entered the room with a cheery smile on her face. "Oh, Liberty dear, your father and I have a benefit to go to tonight. I hope you have something to do in the meantime."
Liberty felt her insides churn, "Mom, you told me you would help with my extra credit report."
Frieda bit her lip slightly. She barely looked like Liberty though their skin was the same light shade but Frieda's eyes were a deep chocolate brown while Liberty's were just pale brown, to her anyway.
"I am deeply sorry, dear. But, you know how your father has to show up to these benefits. Only the finest doctors in Canada are invited. Don't you remember me telling you about this?" Liberty knew the answer to that: No. Her mother never mentioned anything unless it was the night before or the night of the event. It really ruined some of Liberty's plans but it always managed, she's Liberty isn't she?
"Yeah, don't worry about it. I can call up one of my dozens of friends and we can go to the movies where subsequently I'll see everyone else I know and we'll have a nice little rendezvous as I bask in my overwhelming popularity." Not to Liberty's surprise her mother was completely ignorant to Liberty's sarcasm, most likely caught up in the moment of knowing her husband was a notorious doctor (trapped in a outrageously small suburban area).
"Splendid! Well, we better be off, we have to check into the hotel." Frieda kissed her daughter's cheek and squealed (very immature) with excitement. Liberty was about to debate this, she said nothing about a hotel, but she gave up. She could spend the night alone, no problem, no freaking problem.
After less than ten minutes she heard two muffled goodbyes and a door slam. The weather outside wasn't the best and she bet her parents were wearing ski parkas and her mother was probably wearing her mu-mu underneath. Oh, how Liberty hated that stupid mu-mu.
"Another solitary night." Liberty muttered. She switched the station and settled for watching some cartoons on Nickelodeon as she drifted off to a disturbed sleep filled with nightmares of Ed, Ed and Eddy.
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END OF CHAPTER
Ok, please review and let me know what you think. Keep on trucking! Au revoir!
Setting: The Van Zandt household, a periwinkle living room with pillows, chairs, and couches to match, 32" TV (courtesy of Mr. Van Zandt) blaring, 13-year-old girl who is slightly corrupted (though it isn't her fault at all *eye roll*)
Liberty exhaled the deepest sigh she had ever exhaled. Although she was the smartest person in Grade 8 there was something missing, there is ALWAYS something missing. Liberty rolled her eyes at the girl on the screen, Rory Gilmore, Miss Perfect. OK, so she has to choose between two guys Jess and Dean or whatever their names were and she's complaining! I mean, Liberty would give anything to have at least ONE guy fawn over her the way Rory did. She seriously loved the Gilmore Girls but she felt it didn't reach out to all the girls in this world.
"It adds to the insecurities teens have in this era. They are constantly worrying about themselves and with Little Miss Perfect flouncing around, knowing exactly who she is and what she wants to do, only makes girls feel even more inferior." She adjusted her square-shaped glasses and tucked a piece of curly hair behind her ear.
Just then Liberty's mother, Frieda Van Zandt, entered the room with a cheery smile on her face. "Oh, Liberty dear, your father and I have a benefit to go to tonight. I hope you have something to do in the meantime."
Liberty felt her insides churn, "Mom, you told me you would help with my extra credit report."
Frieda bit her lip slightly. She barely looked like Liberty though their skin was the same light shade but Frieda's eyes were a deep chocolate brown while Liberty's were just pale brown, to her anyway.
"I am deeply sorry, dear. But, you know how your father has to show up to these benefits. Only the finest doctors in Canada are invited. Don't you remember me telling you about this?" Liberty knew the answer to that: No. Her mother never mentioned anything unless it was the night before or the night of the event. It really ruined some of Liberty's plans but it always managed, she's Liberty isn't she?
"Yeah, don't worry about it. I can call up one of my dozens of friends and we can go to the movies where subsequently I'll see everyone else I know and we'll have a nice little rendezvous as I bask in my overwhelming popularity." Not to Liberty's surprise her mother was completely ignorant to Liberty's sarcasm, most likely caught up in the moment of knowing her husband was a notorious doctor (trapped in a outrageously small suburban area).
"Splendid! Well, we better be off, we have to check into the hotel." Frieda kissed her daughter's cheek and squealed (very immature) with excitement. Liberty was about to debate this, she said nothing about a hotel, but she gave up. She could spend the night alone, no problem, no freaking problem.
After less than ten minutes she heard two muffled goodbyes and a door slam. The weather outside wasn't the best and she bet her parents were wearing ski parkas and her mother was probably wearing her mu-mu underneath. Oh, how Liberty hated that stupid mu-mu.
"Another solitary night." Liberty muttered. She switched the station and settled for watching some cartoons on Nickelodeon as she drifted off to a disturbed sleep filled with nightmares of Ed, Ed and Eddy.
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END OF CHAPTER
Ok, please review and let me know what you think. Keep on trucking! Au revoir!