"Lizzie...you're late."
The clock read 10: 12. "I'm only 12 minutes late Mom. Give me a break! I'm fifteen!" She pushed past her mom to go up the stairs. Jo grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her back.
"Elizabeth Brooke McGuire! You do not talk to me in that tone of voice!" Jo put her hands on her hips. "You know your curfew and you broke it! Then you mouth off to me....Lizzie, just go! Go to your room! You're grounded!"
Lizzie's jaw dropped. "But MOM! I didn't DO anything! For how long?!"
"I...don't know. Just go!"
Lizzie huffed, and ran up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door.
Jo turned around, clutching her fists, tears in her eyes. Lizzie didn't even realize how much it hurt her to punish her...parenting was so hard. She wished sometimes she could go back to when she was Lizzie's age. She said this out loud to Sam, who was in the kitchen, painting a lawn gnome. (A/N: lol. funky pink high top)
Sam gave a little laugh. "No you don't...don't you even remember what you were like when you were fifteen, Jo? I do." He dipped his paint brush into the acylic red paint. "You were rebellious and mean and...I'm sorry, but all the guys said you were easy."
"Sam!" Jo smacked his shoulder playfully.
"Well...thats what they said!"
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"And she grounded me! Can you believe it?"
Lizzie rolled over on her bed, holding the cordless phone to her ear. "I swear, my mom understands NOTHING about what its like to be our age! Its like she never was! I bet she sat around on Friday nights reading books and sewing."
After she finished ranting to Gordo, she hung up and fell on her bed. Grounded. For practically nothing! Twelve little minutes! She rolled over on her stomach, breathing into the pillow. Her mom was so mean. What, was she perfect or something?
Lizzie pushed herself up and off the bed, heading toward the bathroom. She was going to take a shower and go to bed. Maybe her mom would be cooled down by morning.
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Sprinkles of rain fell on Lizzie's face.
Lizzie blinked. Rain? What was rain doing in her bed-
THIS WAS NOT HER BEDROOM.
Lizzie jumped up. She did not even recognize where she was. This wasn't near her house at all. Kidknapping ran through her mind. But why would kidknappers simlpy take her out of her bedroom and drop her off miles away?
She suddenly spotted someone. A girl about her age was climbing out a first story window. She had blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail and was wearing alot of make-up.
"Hello? Can you help me?"
The blonde girl spun around and shot Lizzie a look of pure venom. Her finger flew to her lips. "Are you crazy?!" she whispered, "Can't you see I'm trying to sneak out?!" She calmed down. "Listen, my boyfriend's gonna be here in two seconds, so whatever your prob is, make it fast."
Lizzie didn't know exactly how to explain her problem.
"Hey Joanna! C'mon!"
Joanna waved to her boyfriend. "Coming, Brian!" She ran over to the car and hopped in. She turned to Lizzie. "Well, stranger? You coming or not?"
Lizzie grinned, and ran after her.
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There was something strangelt familiar about Joanna.
Not the fact that she smoked, listened to loud music, drank, or made out with her boyfriend right in front of everyone. There was someting tugging at Lizzie's heart,like she knew this girl. Somehow.
"Bye Brian..." Joanna said, giving him a long kiss. As he drove away, Joanna turned to Lizzie. "OK. My parents are both asleep. My sister has left the door unlocked, so we should be fine."
She opened the door, and was faced with a scowling mother.
"JOANNA ANNALIESE CEGIELSKA! You were supposed to be IN BED six hours ago! Why do you smell like cigarettes?! And alcohol!" Her eyes landed on Lizzie. "And who is this?"
But Lizzie was too shocked to say a word. This girl...this wild, rebellious, smoking, drinking, SLUTTY girl...was her mother.
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Quick, aren't we Lizzie? I know this sucks, but Its my attempt at a rarely seen couple in fics...Jo/Sam. Please, you get Lizzie learning a lesson. Awwww...
Dedicated to my chat buddies, who made this all possible. You know who you are.
The clock read 10: 12. "I'm only 12 minutes late Mom. Give me a break! I'm fifteen!" She pushed past her mom to go up the stairs. Jo grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her back.
"Elizabeth Brooke McGuire! You do not talk to me in that tone of voice!" Jo put her hands on her hips. "You know your curfew and you broke it! Then you mouth off to me....Lizzie, just go! Go to your room! You're grounded!"
Lizzie's jaw dropped. "But MOM! I didn't DO anything! For how long?!"
"I...don't know. Just go!"
Lizzie huffed, and ran up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door.
Jo turned around, clutching her fists, tears in her eyes. Lizzie didn't even realize how much it hurt her to punish her...parenting was so hard. She wished sometimes she could go back to when she was Lizzie's age. She said this out loud to Sam, who was in the kitchen, painting a lawn gnome. (A/N: lol. funky pink high top)
Sam gave a little laugh. "No you don't...don't you even remember what you were like when you were fifteen, Jo? I do." He dipped his paint brush into the acylic red paint. "You were rebellious and mean and...I'm sorry, but all the guys said you were easy."
"Sam!" Jo smacked his shoulder playfully.
"Well...thats what they said!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"And she grounded me! Can you believe it?"
Lizzie rolled over on her bed, holding the cordless phone to her ear. "I swear, my mom understands NOTHING about what its like to be our age! Its like she never was! I bet she sat around on Friday nights reading books and sewing."
After she finished ranting to Gordo, she hung up and fell on her bed. Grounded. For practically nothing! Twelve little minutes! She rolled over on her stomach, breathing into the pillow. Her mom was so mean. What, was she perfect or something?
Lizzie pushed herself up and off the bed, heading toward the bathroom. She was going to take a shower and go to bed. Maybe her mom would be cooled down by morning.
**********************
Sprinkles of rain fell on Lizzie's face.
Lizzie blinked. Rain? What was rain doing in her bed-
THIS WAS NOT HER BEDROOM.
Lizzie jumped up. She did not even recognize where she was. This wasn't near her house at all. Kidknapping ran through her mind. But why would kidknappers simlpy take her out of her bedroom and drop her off miles away?
She suddenly spotted someone. A girl about her age was climbing out a first story window. She had blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail and was wearing alot of make-up.
"Hello? Can you help me?"
The blonde girl spun around and shot Lizzie a look of pure venom. Her finger flew to her lips. "Are you crazy?!" she whispered, "Can't you see I'm trying to sneak out?!" She calmed down. "Listen, my boyfriend's gonna be here in two seconds, so whatever your prob is, make it fast."
Lizzie didn't know exactly how to explain her problem.
"Hey Joanna! C'mon!"
Joanna waved to her boyfriend. "Coming, Brian!" She ran over to the car and hopped in. She turned to Lizzie. "Well, stranger? You coming or not?"
Lizzie grinned, and ran after her.
*******************
There was something strangelt familiar about Joanna.
Not the fact that she smoked, listened to loud music, drank, or made out with her boyfriend right in front of everyone. There was someting tugging at Lizzie's heart,like she knew this girl. Somehow.
"Bye Brian..." Joanna said, giving him a long kiss. As he drove away, Joanna turned to Lizzie. "OK. My parents are both asleep. My sister has left the door unlocked, so we should be fine."
She opened the door, and was faced with a scowling mother.
"JOANNA ANNALIESE CEGIELSKA! You were supposed to be IN BED six hours ago! Why do you smell like cigarettes?! And alcohol!" Her eyes landed on Lizzie. "And who is this?"
But Lizzie was too shocked to say a word. This girl...this wild, rebellious, smoking, drinking, SLUTTY girl...was her mother.
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Quick, aren't we Lizzie? I know this sucks, but Its my attempt at a rarely seen couple in fics...Jo/Sam. Please, you get Lizzie learning a lesson. Awwww...
Dedicated to my chat buddies, who made this all possible. You know who you are.