Anywhere But Here
Introduction
"One..two...three..." Lizzie counted her springrolls, then looked over at Matt's full plate.
"Matt," She said calmly, "How come I have three springrolls and you have..."
She paused while she quickly counted in her head. "Ten?"
Matt shrugged, "I'm a growing boy, I need my energy!"
"That's a lame excuse," Lizzie rolled her eyes, "You're still as weak as ever. Hand 'em over!"
"Uh, no!" Matt smirked, stuffing one in his mouth.
"Give it here you little weasel!" Lizzie cried, grabbing across the table for his plate.
Matt quickly pulled away his plate, then licked a long line across all nine of the remaining springrolls.
Lizzie made a face and crossed her arms, "Fezz!"
"Actually, here, have some!" Matt grinned, picking one up and throwing it across the table at Lizzie.
She shrieked, dodging the springroll. "Matt, stop it!"
"Naaaah," Matt replied, throwing another one in her direction.
Lizzie jumped up and balled her fists by her sides. "Listen up brother from another, cut it out or I'll kick your butt so hard, you'll be crapping out your mouth!"
"I'm shaking in my boots!" Matt said sarcastically, waving his hands around.
Lizzie picked up her three springrolls and made her way towards the stairs. Matt put out his leg to trip her but she stepped over his foot, then turned around quickly.
"Nice try, dorkus!" Lizzie rolled her eyes, then mushed one of her springrolls on Matt's head.
Matt gasped and jumped up. "You're gonna pay for that Lizard breath!" He cried, grabbing his glass of soda and tipping it down the front of Lizzie's brand new white top.
Her mouth formed an 'O' as she stood frozen, then put her hand over her mouth, her eyes watering.
"Aww, did I make you cry?" Matt asked in a high pitched voice.
Lizzie sobbed, picked up her cup of orange juice and threw it in Matt's face.
He rubbed his eyes, screaming while Lizzie kicked him in the shin and stomped upstairs.
* * * * * * * * * *
"My brand new top is RUINED!" Lizzie cried into her phone.
"Little brothers," Miranda, one of Lizzie's best friends replied, "Who needs them?"
"Not me, that's for sure," Lizzie sighed, falling back on her bed, "You're so lucky Randa!"
Miranda paused, raising her eyebrows, "I am?"
"Yeah! You have no little brothers to throw food and drink down your new clothes, do you?"
"No, but I have a little sister who has a thing with belching over them!"
Lizzie laughed, then stared off into space. "I wish I could get away from here... my family, I mean."
"Hey, where are your Mom and Dad?" Miranda asked.
"Some big important dinner for Dad's work. I knew they should have hired a babysitter for Matt!"
Lizzie sighed again, then stared out the window. A young girl about their age walked down the street happily. SHE didn't look like she had anyone like Matt in her life.
"Last time I play 'Little Miss Responsibility'!"
"Don't be so hard on yourself! Anyone would have trouble looking after Matt," Miranda assured her.
"I gotta get out of here Randa," Lizzie muttered.
Miranda's eyes went wide with concern. "What?..Where?..When..?..WHY?"
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Miranda, I just feel so... helpless here...I wanna be able to go where I want, when I want. I want the freedom my parents won't let me have until I'm twenty-five!"
"Where would you go?"
Lizzie paused, "Anywhere... anywhere but here..."
Introduction
"One..two...three..." Lizzie counted her springrolls, then looked over at Matt's full plate.
"Matt," She said calmly, "How come I have three springrolls and you have..."
She paused while she quickly counted in her head. "Ten?"
Matt shrugged, "I'm a growing boy, I need my energy!"
"That's a lame excuse," Lizzie rolled her eyes, "You're still as weak as ever. Hand 'em over!"
"Uh, no!" Matt smirked, stuffing one in his mouth.
"Give it here you little weasel!" Lizzie cried, grabbing across the table for his plate.
Matt quickly pulled away his plate, then licked a long line across all nine of the remaining springrolls.
Lizzie made a face and crossed her arms, "Fezz!"
"Actually, here, have some!" Matt grinned, picking one up and throwing it across the table at Lizzie.
She shrieked, dodging the springroll. "Matt, stop it!"
"Naaaah," Matt replied, throwing another one in her direction.
Lizzie jumped up and balled her fists by her sides. "Listen up brother from another, cut it out or I'll kick your butt so hard, you'll be crapping out your mouth!"
"I'm shaking in my boots!" Matt said sarcastically, waving his hands around.
Lizzie picked up her three springrolls and made her way towards the stairs. Matt put out his leg to trip her but she stepped over his foot, then turned around quickly.
"Nice try, dorkus!" Lizzie rolled her eyes, then mushed one of her springrolls on Matt's head.
Matt gasped and jumped up. "You're gonna pay for that Lizard breath!" He cried, grabbing his glass of soda and tipping it down the front of Lizzie's brand new white top.
Her mouth formed an 'O' as she stood frozen, then put her hand over her mouth, her eyes watering.
"Aww, did I make you cry?" Matt asked in a high pitched voice.
Lizzie sobbed, picked up her cup of orange juice and threw it in Matt's face.
He rubbed his eyes, screaming while Lizzie kicked him in the shin and stomped upstairs.
* * * * * * * * * *
"My brand new top is RUINED!" Lizzie cried into her phone.
"Little brothers," Miranda, one of Lizzie's best friends replied, "Who needs them?"
"Not me, that's for sure," Lizzie sighed, falling back on her bed, "You're so lucky Randa!"
Miranda paused, raising her eyebrows, "I am?"
"Yeah! You have no little brothers to throw food and drink down your new clothes, do you?"
"No, but I have a little sister who has a thing with belching over them!"
Lizzie laughed, then stared off into space. "I wish I could get away from here... my family, I mean."
"Hey, where are your Mom and Dad?" Miranda asked.
"Some big important dinner for Dad's work. I knew they should have hired a babysitter for Matt!"
Lizzie sighed again, then stared out the window. A young girl about their age walked down the street happily. SHE didn't look like she had anyone like Matt in her life.
"Last time I play 'Little Miss Responsibility'!"
"Don't be so hard on yourself! Anyone would have trouble looking after Matt," Miranda assured her.
"I gotta get out of here Randa," Lizzie muttered.
Miranda's eyes went wide with concern. "What?..Where?..When..?..WHY?"
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Miranda, I just feel so... helpless here...I wanna be able to go where I want, when I want. I want the freedom my parents won't let me have until I'm twenty-five!"
"Where would you go?"
Lizzie paused, "Anywhere... anywhere but here..."