Anywhere But Here
Chapter One
"SAM!" Jo McGuire shouted at her husband, "Don't be so damn irresponsible!"
"He was only driving around the backyard!" Sam defended himself.
"I DON'T CARE!"
Lizzie rolled her eyes and went up to her bedroom. What happened to her family? Only last year they'd been like any average family... laughing, play fighting, family outings...
But now, all her mum and dad did were shout at eachother, most the time about Matt. Matt had gone from terror to super terror. Half the time he was coming up with schemes to totally ruin his sisters life, and the other half he was asleep or at school, where he was probable devising his new plan for her too.
Lizzie was envious of her friends relationships with their parents. Miranda and her mum got along great, they shared everything. Gordo and his parents had gotten on a lot better the last few months. They actually took an interest in his life these days.
Lizzie's mum was too busy yelling at her dad these days to talk like they used to. Sam had become a workaholic after getting a promotion.
"Lizzie, get down here NOW!" Her mum yelled from downstairs.
"Yeah, mum?" Lizzie asked entering the kitchen.
"What is this?"
Jo held up a bowl of that mornings cereal. "Umm, it looks like a bowl of cereal..."
Her mum rolled her eyes and set the bowl down on the bench. "And what is WRONG with this picture?"
"Ohh, pick me! Pick me!" Matt cried, waving around his hand.
"Shutup, freak," Lizzie glared at her brother, then glanced back at the mum, "It was left on the bench?"
"Bingo!" Her mum cried, throwing up her arms.
"Okay..." Lizzie paused, 'And...?"
"AND?" Jo shouted, "AND you should have cleaned it and put it away!"
Lizzie raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms, "What am I, your slave?"
"Lizzie, honey-" Sam broke in, but Jo cut him off.
"I think I can handle this Sam!" She snapped.
Sam rolled his eyes and left the kitchen making face. "Elizabeth, when I tell you to do something, you do it!"
"I've been doing what you've been telling to for the last fourteen years!" Lizzie protested.
"Oh you have, have you?"
"YES!" Lizzie shouted.
Jo raised a finger, "You do NOT yell at me Lizzie. Not in my house."
"Or...?" Lizzie replied cooly.
"OR you'll regret it!"
"Ohh," Lizzie rolled her eyes, "What, am I meant to be scared? Or feel threatened? You're how old? Forty? Grow up!"
"Go to your room," Her mum replied quietly.
"Oh, I was just about to leave," Lizzie turned and left.
She stopped half way up the stairs, "By the way, has anyone ever called you a bitch?"
Jo scrunched up her face and leaned against the doorframe. No reply.
"Well, I feel proviledged to be the first!" Lizzie plastered on a smile, "Bitch!"
"Get out of my sight," Jo snapped, pointing up the stairs.
"Gladly!" Lizzie replied.
She stomped up the stairs, making a note to slam her door.
* * * * * * * * * *
Lizzie zipped up her backpack and threw it next to her bedroom door. There is only so far your parents can push you, and her mum and crossed the line.
Lizzie grinned at the thought of how guilty her mum would feel. Creeping down the stairs with her backpack on, she made her way towards the door. She looked through the kitchen where she could see her mum gardening out the back, and she knew her dad would be at the office. The coast was clear... except for-
"And where do you think YOU'RE going?" Matt asked, coming down the stairs.
"What's it to you, loser?"
Matt raised his eyebrows, "I'll tell mum you're going out without telling her!"
"She knows I'm going dumbass," Lizzie replied, "I'm going to Gordo's!"
"I'm sure you are," Matt replied sarcastically.
"Later!" Lizzie rolled her eyes and gave her brother a small wave.
"Won't miss you!" Matt said.
Lizzie slammed the door and started down the footpath.
"That makes the two of us," She muttered to herself.
Chapter One
"SAM!" Jo McGuire shouted at her husband, "Don't be so damn irresponsible!"
"He was only driving around the backyard!" Sam defended himself.
"I DON'T CARE!"
Lizzie rolled her eyes and went up to her bedroom. What happened to her family? Only last year they'd been like any average family... laughing, play fighting, family outings...
But now, all her mum and dad did were shout at eachother, most the time about Matt. Matt had gone from terror to super terror. Half the time he was coming up with schemes to totally ruin his sisters life, and the other half he was asleep or at school, where he was probable devising his new plan for her too.
Lizzie was envious of her friends relationships with their parents. Miranda and her mum got along great, they shared everything. Gordo and his parents had gotten on a lot better the last few months. They actually took an interest in his life these days.
Lizzie's mum was too busy yelling at her dad these days to talk like they used to. Sam had become a workaholic after getting a promotion.
"Lizzie, get down here NOW!" Her mum yelled from downstairs.
"Yeah, mum?" Lizzie asked entering the kitchen.
"What is this?"
Jo held up a bowl of that mornings cereal. "Umm, it looks like a bowl of cereal..."
Her mum rolled her eyes and set the bowl down on the bench. "And what is WRONG with this picture?"
"Ohh, pick me! Pick me!" Matt cried, waving around his hand.
"Shutup, freak," Lizzie glared at her brother, then glanced back at the mum, "It was left on the bench?"
"Bingo!" Her mum cried, throwing up her arms.
"Okay..." Lizzie paused, 'And...?"
"AND?" Jo shouted, "AND you should have cleaned it and put it away!"
Lizzie raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms, "What am I, your slave?"
"Lizzie, honey-" Sam broke in, but Jo cut him off.
"I think I can handle this Sam!" She snapped.
Sam rolled his eyes and left the kitchen making face. "Elizabeth, when I tell you to do something, you do it!"
"I've been doing what you've been telling to for the last fourteen years!" Lizzie protested.
"Oh you have, have you?"
"YES!" Lizzie shouted.
Jo raised a finger, "You do NOT yell at me Lizzie. Not in my house."
"Or...?" Lizzie replied cooly.
"OR you'll regret it!"
"Ohh," Lizzie rolled her eyes, "What, am I meant to be scared? Or feel threatened? You're how old? Forty? Grow up!"
"Go to your room," Her mum replied quietly.
"Oh, I was just about to leave," Lizzie turned and left.
She stopped half way up the stairs, "By the way, has anyone ever called you a bitch?"
Jo scrunched up her face and leaned against the doorframe. No reply.
"Well, I feel proviledged to be the first!" Lizzie plastered on a smile, "Bitch!"
"Get out of my sight," Jo snapped, pointing up the stairs.
"Gladly!" Lizzie replied.
She stomped up the stairs, making a note to slam her door.
* * * * * * * * * *
Lizzie zipped up her backpack and threw it next to her bedroom door. There is only so far your parents can push you, and her mum and crossed the line.
Lizzie grinned at the thought of how guilty her mum would feel. Creeping down the stairs with her backpack on, she made her way towards the door. She looked through the kitchen where she could see her mum gardening out the back, and she knew her dad would be at the office. The coast was clear... except for-
"And where do you think YOU'RE going?" Matt asked, coming down the stairs.
"What's it to you, loser?"
Matt raised his eyebrows, "I'll tell mum you're going out without telling her!"
"She knows I'm going dumbass," Lizzie replied, "I'm going to Gordo's!"
"I'm sure you are," Matt replied sarcastically.
"Later!" Lizzie rolled her eyes and gave her brother a small wave.
"Won't miss you!" Matt said.
Lizzie slammed the door and started down the footpath.
"That makes the two of us," She muttered to herself.