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Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own Lizzie McGuire. I own every fictional character and plot I am creating; including Rachel. Hmm… and the lasagna and InstaMeal! ;)
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Sorry.
Chapter 2
"Hey Mom, hey Dad," I called out wearily, tossing my keys on the counter and making my way to the living room. The day's events were still battling inside my head, and I really felt some fairy would bring me some cookies and milk, and a good chick flick.
"Mmm…" my dad's voice came from the kitchen. "Lasagna and salad." He sounded hassled, even with his euphoria of 'creating' the lasagna. (This is always from "InstaMeal".)
I felt obliged to get up and help him around, in case.
"Hey Dad," I stepped into the kitchen. I swallowed a giggle at the sight of him wearing a flowery apron, bearing two oven gloves sizzled black from the oven.
The flat pan of unbaked lasagna and the big bowl of garden salad (also from InstaMeal) were being balanced clumsily on his two open palms.
I burst out laughing when he started juggling the two kitchenware. He looked at me, annoyed.
"Well, aren't you going to help?" Dad huffed angrily; his ego was hurt. Big-time.
I took the lasagna from him and popped it into the oven.
He slipped off his gloves and examines his singed fingers. "Wow, how did you do that?"
I smirk at him; he does not need to know everything. "Secret." I breathe mysteriously.
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As I step up the stairs, I can feel the weight of my disappointment and impatience wearing off to the warmth I always feel when I'm away from school.
I knocked on the door twice, to the room I share with my 7 year old sister – Rachel.
"Come in!" chirped Rachel's voice from inside.
She was already in clean clothes and at her desk doing homework when I entered the room.
I smiled. I stuck my hands over her eyes and whispered, "Hey Rachel."
Rachel grinned and gently removed the barrier. "Hey Liz."
"So… how are the fractions coming along?" I ask as I place my backpack on the floor and walk over to my futon.
"Ooh, not so well," Rachel sighs in frustration as she chews on her pencil. "What's ½ minus 1/8?"
I laugh and walk over to her. I take the pencil from her hand. "See, make the denominator the same first, befor –"
"ARGH!"
"What was that?" Rachel abandoned her work and burst out of the room. Meeting Matthew in the corridor, she raised her eyebrows.
"Rachel! I was teaching you!" I frown, irritated as I charge down the stairs with Matthew and Rachel.
Matthew got down there first.
"Oh my freak!" Matt exclaimed.
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Mom rushed down from the loo. "Matt, you do know that swearing is not allowed in he-"
We all stood gaping at the scorched figure in front of us. He was filmed in a layer of black soot and was holding the pan of lasagna, now it was singed.
Dad looked completely shell-shocked; his mouth forming a perfect 'O' shape. His hair contained many soot particles and his clothes and exposed skin were blackened.
"I'll take that away, if I were you, Mom," observed Rachel.
Mom pried the lasagna pan from his grasp and tutted disapprovingly, looking around the dirty kitchen. "Lizzie, Matt, scrub the walls. Rachel, brush the floor," she rationed. "And I," she paused, looking around, as if daring anyone to disagree. "Will bring your dad up to have a bath. And cook dinner."
Mom led him off. We glanced at each other, gleeful.
"Yes! No more lasagna!" Matt cheered as he grabbed handfuls of kitchen towel.
"No more InstaMeal, more like." I responded sardonically.
Matt and Rachel discarded their tasks and danced around in a circle.
I glowered at them. "Oh, that's really mature, a 14 year old dancing around in circles."
Matt stopped at once. Rachel followed in suit.
"Oh come on, you lot. Let's get this kitchen back to normal. Mom needs to cook."
Matt and Rachel grinned, before grabbing their tools and setting to work, without complaining.
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"Wow," Mom breathed as she strode into the gleaming kitchen. "This is fantastic." She added on a mutter, "Man, I gotta tell your dad to do this again sometime…"
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