Lizzie awoke with a happy grin on her face. She lazily pulled her covers
over her head, right until her last inch of her dirty blond hair was
covered.
She was enveloped in soothing darkness. Soon, her eyelids started to droop. Just then, an irritating voice rang through her ears.
"Liiizzzzzzieeeeeeee! Come down for Breakfast... Mom says NOW!" Matt shouted/ whined. Lizzie groaned and slowly crawled out from the covers.
"Mom! Give me another 20 minutes. I'm dead tired!" Lizzie spoke into her pillow, her voice muffled, which sounded like, "Mum-gimme-another-tweny- minutes! ... I'mf dead fired!"
"Are you sure you want to miss your hot date with Gordo in like," Mrs McGuire checked her watch, "forty-five minutes?" She called towards the stairs. Seconds later, she heard the rustling of bed sheets and the pounding of Lizzie's footsteps to her wardrobe. She chuckled just as her husband came down.
"I swear, one day. The house is going to collapse." Mr McGuire joked, shaking his head.
Lizzie skipped to her wardrobe, her left hand pulling out a towel, and the other, reaching for her electric blue mini- skirt and her favourite glittery-hot pink tube top. Finally, after choosing a belt with a gold clasp, she set the outfit in the bathroom. She skipped to the shower room, flipping the light switches on.
"And every time I try to fly, I fall..." Lizzie sang as she peeled off her pyjamas and pulling the shower curtain shut. Reaching for her 'shampoo', she applied it and lathered it onto her hair.
"Lizzie! Gordo's here!" Lizzie heard her mother yelling.
"Send him up Mum. Thanks!" She screamed back. A few minutes later, she heard footsteps and finally a knock on her room door.
"Gordo! Open it, the door's not locked!" Lizzie shouted as she turned the shower off. She quickly dried herself and brushed her hair, not bothering to untangle those vicious knots. She slipped on her outfit before opening the bathroom door.
Gordo looked up and froze.
"Lizzie... your hair!!!"
Well, like it?
She was enveloped in soothing darkness. Soon, her eyelids started to droop. Just then, an irritating voice rang through her ears.
"Liiizzzzzzieeeeeeee! Come down for Breakfast... Mom says NOW!" Matt shouted/ whined. Lizzie groaned and slowly crawled out from the covers.
"Mom! Give me another 20 minutes. I'm dead tired!" Lizzie spoke into her pillow, her voice muffled, which sounded like, "Mum-gimme-another-tweny- minutes! ... I'mf dead fired!"
"Are you sure you want to miss your hot date with Gordo in like," Mrs McGuire checked her watch, "forty-five minutes?" She called towards the stairs. Seconds later, she heard the rustling of bed sheets and the pounding of Lizzie's footsteps to her wardrobe. She chuckled just as her husband came down.
"I swear, one day. The house is going to collapse." Mr McGuire joked, shaking his head.
Lizzie skipped to her wardrobe, her left hand pulling out a towel, and the other, reaching for her electric blue mini- skirt and her favourite glittery-hot pink tube top. Finally, after choosing a belt with a gold clasp, she set the outfit in the bathroom. She skipped to the shower room, flipping the light switches on.
"And every time I try to fly, I fall..." Lizzie sang as she peeled off her pyjamas and pulling the shower curtain shut. Reaching for her 'shampoo', she applied it and lathered it onto her hair.
"Lizzie! Gordo's here!" Lizzie heard her mother yelling.
"Send him up Mum. Thanks!" She screamed back. A few minutes later, she heard footsteps and finally a knock on her room door.
"Gordo! Open it, the door's not locked!" Lizzie shouted as she turned the shower off. She quickly dried herself and brushed her hair, not bothering to untangle those vicious knots. She slipped on her outfit before opening the bathroom door.
Gordo looked up and froze.
"Lizzie... your hair!!!"
Well, like it?