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"Elizabeth."
Great, she thought.
"Brooke."
Wonderful.
"McGuire."
Nice, Lizzie though ruefully. She hadn't even been in the car long enough to buckle her seatbelt, but her mother had already said her full name.
"Your first week of school?" Jo McGuire exclaimed, jerking the car into reverse. "A fight! I don't even think Matt has accomplished that!"
"But Mom!" she tried to protest, glanced out the back as her mother turned the black SUV around.
"No! No but Mom-ing me Elizabeth! You got into a fight!" Jo's fingers were white as they angrily gripped the steering wheel and put the car into drive. She wouldn't even glanced at her daughter. "You know, I can take the crazy hair, and the different style dressing, but I can not take you getting into fist fights at school! What do you have to say for yourself!?"
"I-"
"You're suspended! For three days!" Jo cut her off again, her fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel. "How do you expect to make friends if you get into fights?"
"Well, Mom, if you'd let me explain!" Lizzie snapped. "I was defending a new friend when it happened."
As the car came to a stop at a red light, Joe glanced over at her daughter. "Go on."
"I was in lunch, talking to this girl, Miranda Sanchez, and she wanted me to sit at her table. After we sat down, that girl Kate came by and she started saying something about this guy named Ethan. Miranda looked really embarrassed, but didn't say anything, and Kate wouldn't shut up, so I told her to get lost. But she was like a dog, Mom, she kept telling Miranda she wouldn't never even get that guy to look at her. Miranda wouldn't say anything back, so I told Kate she needed to back off," Lizzie sighed and took a deep breath, trying to slow down her hurried words. "Kate asked me what I would do about it if she didn't, and I really wasn't going to do anything, Mom. I told her to sit back down before she messed up her make up. And she didn't say anything more and walked away, so I tried to tell Miranda it was all right. Then Kate walked by again, and dumped her lunch into my lap and said, 'Oh, sorry, I thought you were the trash.' So I stood up and shoved her away, then when she came back at me, I punched her."
Jo didn't show any sympathy to her daughter's story. "First, if you would have stayed out of it, it wouldn't have started in the first place."
Lizzie's eyes grew wide in shock. "Mom! If someone had been picking on Matt like that, I'd be grounded for not helping him!"
Jo glared at her daughter. "That is completely different! Matt is your little brother. Miranda is a girl you just met, there is a very big difference."
Lizzie crossed her arms and stared angrily out the window. The arguing was pointless, she'd been "wrong" and wouldn't be able to convince her mother otherwise. "How long?" she muttered.
"How long what?" Jo asked.
"How long am I grounded?" Lizzie stated, her hand resting on the door handle as the car stopped in their driveway.
"Two weeks," Jo answered, climbing out of the car.
"Two weeks!"
Jo raised her eyebrows at her daughter. "Do you want to try for three?"
Lizzie was tempted to ask how she was supposed to make friends while locked in the house, but she bit her tongue to prevent herself from saying anything else as she followed her mother into the house.
"You'll be allowed to go to school," Jo stated.
"Oh, gee, thanks Mom," Lizzie snapped sarcastically. When she saw the glare she was getting from, she moaned then ran up the stairs and into her room. Wonderful, she thought. This is going to be a very long two weeks.
"Elizabeth."
Great, she thought.
"Brooke."
Wonderful.
"McGuire."
Nice, Lizzie though ruefully. She hadn't even been in the car long enough to buckle her seatbelt, but her mother had already said her full name.
"Your first week of school?" Jo McGuire exclaimed, jerking the car into reverse. "A fight! I don't even think Matt has accomplished that!"
"But Mom!" she tried to protest, glanced out the back as her mother turned the black SUV around.
"No! No but Mom-ing me Elizabeth! You got into a fight!" Jo's fingers were white as they angrily gripped the steering wheel and put the car into drive. She wouldn't even glanced at her daughter. "You know, I can take the crazy hair, and the different style dressing, but I can not take you getting into fist fights at school! What do you have to say for yourself!?"
"I-"
"You're suspended! For three days!" Jo cut her off again, her fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel. "How do you expect to make friends if you get into fights?"
"Well, Mom, if you'd let me explain!" Lizzie snapped. "I was defending a new friend when it happened."
As the car came to a stop at a red light, Joe glanced over at her daughter. "Go on."
"I was in lunch, talking to this girl, Miranda Sanchez, and she wanted me to sit at her table. After we sat down, that girl Kate came by and she started saying something about this guy named Ethan. Miranda looked really embarrassed, but didn't say anything, and Kate wouldn't shut up, so I told her to get lost. But she was like a dog, Mom, she kept telling Miranda she wouldn't never even get that guy to look at her. Miranda wouldn't say anything back, so I told Kate she needed to back off," Lizzie sighed and took a deep breath, trying to slow down her hurried words. "Kate asked me what I would do about it if she didn't, and I really wasn't going to do anything, Mom. I told her to sit back down before she messed up her make up. And she didn't say anything more and walked away, so I tried to tell Miranda it was all right. Then Kate walked by again, and dumped her lunch into my lap and said, 'Oh, sorry, I thought you were the trash.' So I stood up and shoved her away, then when she came back at me, I punched her."
Jo didn't show any sympathy to her daughter's story. "First, if you would have stayed out of it, it wouldn't have started in the first place."
Lizzie's eyes grew wide in shock. "Mom! If someone had been picking on Matt like that, I'd be grounded for not helping him!"
Jo glared at her daughter. "That is completely different! Matt is your little brother. Miranda is a girl you just met, there is a very big difference."
Lizzie crossed her arms and stared angrily out the window. The arguing was pointless, she'd been "wrong" and wouldn't be able to convince her mother otherwise. "How long?" she muttered.
"How long what?" Jo asked.
"How long am I grounded?" Lizzie stated, her hand resting on the door handle as the car stopped in their driveway.
"Two weeks," Jo answered, climbing out of the car.
"Two weeks!"
Jo raised her eyebrows at her daughter. "Do you want to try for three?"
Lizzie was tempted to ask how she was supposed to make friends while locked in the house, but she bit her tongue to prevent herself from saying anything else as she followed her mother into the house.
"You'll be allowed to go to school," Jo stated.
"Oh, gee, thanks Mom," Lizzie snapped sarcastically. When she saw the glare she was getting from, she moaned then ran up the stairs and into her room. Wonderful, she thought. This is going to be a very long two weeks.