My name is Elizabeth.
I have black hair with blue highlights.
You might think it's strange but I like my hair a lot.
But my dad and foster sister always have a fit about my long beautiful (the way I describe it) hair. Anyways I'm 14(starting high school).
I don't have a boyfriend if you're all wondering.
Though my dad wants me too.
You're probably wondering why I never mentioned my mom. Well, she's dead.
I'm not lying.
She died about a year ago (at my 13th birthday).
She had a heart attack in the middle of it. I don't want to talk about her.
Anyways I live in LA.
This is a story about how my life changed because something as little as a mice happened.
Oh well let it begin.
"Bye dad," Isabella and I yelled as we slammed the door.
"Bye. Have fun at your first day of school!" he said.
I rolled my eyes.
My sister was the same age as me except older by a month.
We went into the school.
There we were a few people I knew from Junior High School.
"Hi, Elizabeth," said a guy named Derek.
He had a major crush on me last year and I hated him.
Maybe it was because he was a nerd.
I gave him a hello wave.
Actually it was more like a dismissal wave.
"Oh Elizabeth's in love," Isabella tried to sing.
"Ah come on Isabella.
You know he's not my type," I said and rolled my eyes.
"Sure he isn't," Isabella said.
"Hey!" I said and pinched her.
"I was just kidding," she said and rubbed the spot where I pinched her.
"Chill Elizabeth," Isabella said.
"Come on we're going to be late for class," I said and ran to my class.
Isabella was in another class.
Let's just say I was smarter than her.
"Class sit down," said a lady.
My new homeroom teacher was standing in front of the chalkboard.
"Now my name is Ms. Galabar," she said and tried to smile her nicest smile.
I sighed.
Teachers were always like that.
Then she took the attendance.
Everyone was here.
Then I went to my first class.
It was math.
I was kind of good in math so I survived that class time.
I forgot the teachers name though.
It was really long and hard to pronounce.
I was definitely not going to remember his name.
I'm going to skip to the end of school.
Ding ding ding.
The bell rang and we all ran out the door and out of the building.
I met up with Isabella.
"How was school?" she asked me.
"Okay I guess except I forgot a teachers name already," I said.
"Was it the math teacher?" she asked.
"How did you know? You have him too?" I asked.
She nodded and we laughed.
Then we saw a car passed by us and honked.
It was Isabella's boyfriend who was in his Sophomore year in high school but goes to a different school.
He was going to pick us up from now on.
I know that you think I'm a geek or something because my sister has a boyfriend and I don't.
We got in the car.
I rolled my eyes as I saw them smooched each other.
"Get a room or at least do it when I'm not here," I said and looked out the window.
"Sorry," they said and Isabella giggled.
Finally we drove in my dad's driveway.
I got out and said good-bye.
Isabella gave him one of her good bye kisses and then followed me inside.
"We're home!" I yelled and threw my book bag down on the floor.
"Elizabeth you have mail!" my dad yelled.