Ok, I have my second chapter up, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer-Don't own GG, never will.
Ok, so now at least you have met me. I have to start telling you about my everyday normal life. I'm not so sure if you could call it normal sometimes, but just go with me on this. I'll tell you about my sister's boy-toy. His name is Logan Huntzberger. I hate him, he is really cute, but ugh. He is so immature sometimes, and there are times when I just want to slap him for the stuff he says. He is really cocky. Well since I have a passionate hate about him, I sort of pulled a prank on him. Sort of may not be the best words, ok I totally creamed him. It's a funny story; well to me it is because I don't like him. You make think I'm mean, but he deserves it.
Ok, so one day last week mom set up dinner with Rory and ugh Logan. So they come over and everyone is in the living room talking. After a while of sitting, my mom called me into the kitchen. I really wanted to stay in the living room with Rory, Logan and dad, because dad doesn't like Logan either. Boy, would that would be some fight. I figured I go into the kitchen because mom was getting some appetizers before dinner. I didn't want to go but mom in the kitchen is just too risky. I love my stuff and I would hate for it to burn by an embarrassing reason. Well I got to the kitchen and mom told me to get some dip with meat in it. I don't know exactly what it was, so I didn't smell it in case it could kill me. So I brought out the crackers and the dip. I acted like I was fumbling with my spoon; I made sure I was over Logan when I did it. I "accidentally" dropped some on his pants. Well Paul Anka (our dog, can you tell mom named him. This dog is so weird though.) loves meat, so he jumps on Logan and ruins his $300,000 suit. I'm not sure if it was that much, but I'm pretty sure it was. Everything I own would never add up to that. It was probably like 2 dollars for Logan though. He was so mad though, but Rory knew that it was intentional. She didn't pay attention to me again for the short time they were still there.
I had to muffle a few laughs in, because it was so funny. Mom didn't think it was too funny. She gave me the worst look a mom can give you. Dad… well let's not go there. So both parents were furious, let's leave it at that. I sat there trying to come up with excuses, maybe I could use the one the kids used on Cheaper by the Dozen. Nah, it wouldn't work. Fifteen minutes after the accident, ha-ha sure, Rory and Logan left. I knew it was me against my parents then. I was scared this time. I was still sitting at the table, dad took off to the diner, and mom was cleaning up the kitchen. I tried t o run, but mom must have seen me from the corner of her eye.
Boy was trying to run a bad mistake. "I can't believe you Elizabeth Abigail Danes." Her voice was strict and disappointing. Also, she used my full name, usually it's a quirky nickname, but this time it was my full name. You know you're in trouble when they do that. I was so nervous to turn around and face her. I at least got off the chair and 3 steps, before she caught me. The look on her face was horrible. I saw disappointment, anger, confusion in her face. Just then I felt a little guilty. Just a little, because I hate Logan. "Mom, I'm so sorry, I know I disappointed you, dad, Rory and especially Logan. I also had no right doing what I did, and even though I don't like Logan I still should treat him with respect." I didn't know what to say after her full-name punishment, so I busted out an apology. Elizabeth, you should be ashamed, and yes you disappointed us, your father is furious. You should respect Logan, and I have to say you were raised better than that. I don't have punishment right now, but I could ask your grandparents if they have a debutante ball coming up." Wow she hit me with a debutante ball attack, ugh that would suck if I had to go. Her speech went through one ear and out the other. "Yes, mam I should have acted better." I added a second apology, a sad face, and a mam. She has to cut me some slack for that. "Now go get ready for bed, we'll talk later." Ugh, I cringe when I hear "we'll talk later." Well I'm going to bed. Oh, and were going to Luke's like we do every morning, but I have to walk 5 blocks with mom, just us to go visit dad. It like I'm being led to my execution.
Next morning-
"Elizabeth, get ready for school." Wow, I'm still getting the name and the cold shoulder."Ok, I'm up." We didn't talk anymore. So I just got ready. I have to find my uniform, I know my mom know where everything is, but I'm not going to ask her. Oh, wait, my tie is on the kitchen table. My skirt is in the bathroom, and my blue shirt is in the closet. My blazer, I'm hoping will be in mom's jeep. Yep, I go to CHILTON. That uber-cool prep school. Yeah I hate it and we just finished week 3. Of course me, I've only done half the work, the half that I get. I'm currently failing 4 classes that my parents don't know about. The people there don't care if you pass or fail. I'm just waiting until a parent-teacher conference or until report cards come out. You should have seen it; Rory got a "D" one time on a paper, and mom freaked out. Well she didn't freak out, but she was disappointed I could tell, but she had to stay encouraging for Rory's sake.
I just can't wait to see the faces when they see my grades. Rory is so different than me, but then again we're so the same. It's weird trying to explain it. Rory loves school, me not so much. Rory loves helping the town, me not so much. She is really shy like me. She loves reading, and so do I. She loves awesome music and movies and so do I. It's so weird how you can be so different than someone but entirely the same. So that's the grade business, omg wait. Oh no, I forgot. Rewind. My grandma is really good friends with the headmaster's wife. She is going to tell grandma, who will tell grandpa all about my grades. Were talking about having a Jerry Springer dinner when they find out about this. I can handle parents just not grandparents. They are my only weakness. I'm like my mother when it comes to family dinners, I hate going all ready, and now this makes it worse. It's Friday and grades come out this weekend.
Well see most schools figure out grades every six weeks, with a 3rd week progress report. Chilton gives you a report card grade every 3rd week, so that's two grades. One grade for each 3rd week, then they average both grades up and that's your class average for that six weeks. It's complicated, and hard to explain. Otherwise, I can't get my grades that good, if I don't understand the stuff. The work is so complicated and I have better things to do than trig, which is crazy, because I can't even get algebra 2. Oh well, I'll be ok being confronted about my grades by everyone. I'm in history if you wanted to know; of course I'm not paying attention if you haven't noticed. This teacher had Rory so she loves me, so I can space out all the time. She doesn't care. I sit in the back of the class with all the semi- slackers. It so secretive in the back. To sum all of my problems up, I just don't like school basically. I do agree education is important, but not everybody wants or dreams of college. I'm just on of those people; just try explaining that to my grandparents and parents. Well the final bell just rang. I've got to jet.
A/N- Well that was a long chapter. Hope you like it, thanks for reviewing if you did. It means a lot.