She set down the fork to finish her orange juice when a petite girl wearing
a red jersey bounded into the room. Shifting a soccer ball between her
hands, she rolled her neck and shook her leg, then turned to the stove
"I'm starving. Mom??" she dropped the ball in shock and pretended to stagger to a chair.
"Very funny," scowled their mother, placing a huge stack of pancakes onto a plate. "Just hurry up and eat, so we can get to your game on time."
The girl obediently tucked into her plate as Liv suddenly realized who the girl reminded her of.
"Megahn," she began casually. The girl's eyes flickered her way and Liv's heart jumped as she continued talking to her sister. "Are you still playing goalie?"
Liv's mom snorted and took away her plate and dumped it into the sink.
"Yes, since she first started, sweetie. Hasn't changed, yet."
Liv cleared her throat, and jumped up from the chair. Kissing her mother on the cheek, she made her way through a door, then stopped, confused. She glanced down a cobalt blue hallway, then turned and looked down a vanilla hallway. Cautiously, she made her way down the blue one until she hit a corner with a huge gold mirror and a pink daybed, overflowing with cushions and patterned throws, resulting in a dead end. Wrinkling her nose, Liv turned around and tried the vanilla hallway, landing in a fork with a green room and another red room to choose from. Walking through the red room into another, longer dining room, she finally found a staircase and climbed the two stories until she found her room.
She walked over to the full-length mirror again and tilted her head and examined her chin. How was it so graceful and yet majestic? Puzzled, she chewed her lip and experienced a strange sensation: she closely resembled Gisele when she did that. She jumped as the cordless phone rang. She dashed to the beautiful desk and found an empty cradle. Moaning with annoyance she threw aside clothes, pillows and throws on the chairs until she spied the silver phone, still ringing merrily. Gasping from the frantic search, she jabbed the TALK button and pressed the phone to her ear.
"Hello?" she demanded. A girl's voice laughingly answered.
"Is this a bad time, Liv?" Liv immediately pictured a beautiful girl with freckles and a smiling face.
"Liv?" the girl repeated. "It's Sam? Liv, babe. What are we doing today?"
Liv rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes.
"Sam. What time is the thing tonight?"
The girl paused. "How are you doing? Are you ok? You sound weird. It starts at 7 but we don't need to show until 8. It's at Kevin's, so we need to look gooood!"
Liv laughed, in spite of herself, and perked up slightly. She could handle this. "Well, ok, what should we do?"
"Liv, how about we meet at Victoria's at 12. Let's call Keisha, Mike, Chris, Katie, Lyn and." she paused dramatically and stage-whispered, "Ian!"
Puzzled, Liv blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Victoria's? But K, Sam, can you call them? I haveta go shower and get ready.
Sam giggled, "Victoria's café? Where we have met since we could cross the street?" and then she hung up. Liv turned around and almost stepped on a pair of stilettos. She smiled, wondering how anyone could walk in those, and waltzed towards the bathroom. Then she stopped suddenly, realizing she had seen those soft, pink shoes in Vogue. Then she snorted, pushing her way gracefully into the bathroom. Of course they would be Louis Vuitton.
"I'm starving. Mom??" she dropped the ball in shock and pretended to stagger to a chair.
"Very funny," scowled their mother, placing a huge stack of pancakes onto a plate. "Just hurry up and eat, so we can get to your game on time."
The girl obediently tucked into her plate as Liv suddenly realized who the girl reminded her of.
"Megahn," she began casually. The girl's eyes flickered her way and Liv's heart jumped as she continued talking to her sister. "Are you still playing goalie?"
Liv's mom snorted and took away her plate and dumped it into the sink.
"Yes, since she first started, sweetie. Hasn't changed, yet."
Liv cleared her throat, and jumped up from the chair. Kissing her mother on the cheek, she made her way through a door, then stopped, confused. She glanced down a cobalt blue hallway, then turned and looked down a vanilla hallway. Cautiously, she made her way down the blue one until she hit a corner with a huge gold mirror and a pink daybed, overflowing with cushions and patterned throws, resulting in a dead end. Wrinkling her nose, Liv turned around and tried the vanilla hallway, landing in a fork with a green room and another red room to choose from. Walking through the red room into another, longer dining room, she finally found a staircase and climbed the two stories until she found her room.
She walked over to the full-length mirror again and tilted her head and examined her chin. How was it so graceful and yet majestic? Puzzled, she chewed her lip and experienced a strange sensation: she closely resembled Gisele when she did that. She jumped as the cordless phone rang. She dashed to the beautiful desk and found an empty cradle. Moaning with annoyance she threw aside clothes, pillows and throws on the chairs until she spied the silver phone, still ringing merrily. Gasping from the frantic search, she jabbed the TALK button and pressed the phone to her ear.
"Hello?" she demanded. A girl's voice laughingly answered.
"Is this a bad time, Liv?" Liv immediately pictured a beautiful girl with freckles and a smiling face.
"Liv?" the girl repeated. "It's Sam? Liv, babe. What are we doing today?"
Liv rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes.
"Sam. What time is the thing tonight?"
The girl paused. "How are you doing? Are you ok? You sound weird. It starts at 7 but we don't need to show until 8. It's at Kevin's, so we need to look gooood!"
Liv laughed, in spite of herself, and perked up slightly. She could handle this. "Well, ok, what should we do?"
"Liv, how about we meet at Victoria's at 12. Let's call Keisha, Mike, Chris, Katie, Lyn and." she paused dramatically and stage-whispered, "Ian!"
Puzzled, Liv blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Victoria's? But K, Sam, can you call them? I haveta go shower and get ready.
Sam giggled, "Victoria's café? Where we have met since we could cross the street?" and then she hung up. Liv turned around and almost stepped on a pair of stilettos. She smiled, wondering how anyone could walk in those, and waltzed towards the bathroom. Then she stopped suddenly, realizing she had seen those soft, pink shoes in Vogue. Then she snorted, pushing her way gracefully into the bathroom. Of course they would be Louis Vuitton.
