Lizzie lets out an angry yell and slams her locker shut. So far today nothing has gone right! Already today she has been dumped by her boyfriend, found out he's going out with her ex-best friend, failed a math test, AND found out that half of her friends are pissed at her. Can anything else go wrong?! Lizzie seriously doubts it! She pulls her jacket on and storms towards the front doors of the school.
As she starts her walk home, her books fall from her hands and she lets out another pissed scream and bends to pick them up. When she stands, she collides with a couple of guys. She shoots them dirty looks, her hair in her face and her green eyes angry. One guy, the one with wild hair, looks at her with raised eyebrows. The other one gives her a curios look, his blue eyes locked on her green ones. The third guy gives her a crazy look, his blue eyes looking bored. Lizzie is too pissed to say anything so she puts her hand on her hip.
"So, are you gonna move or what? I'm late." Her voice comes out mean.
The first guy chuckles, "You look so cute when you're mad!"
Lizzie smiles sarcastically, "Bite me."
The second guy frowns, "AJ, be quiet."
AJ grins again and steps aside, "See 'ya later, doll."
Lizzie shoves past them and storms towards her home. God! The nerve of that guy, calling her doll! She should run back and kick his ass but she's in too much if a hurry to bother. Maybe someday she'll care enough to find out their names, besides AJ's, and then kick all three of their asses for being in the way.
Lizzie just doesn't understand why her life has been going downhill lately! She's usually a really nice, popular, sweet girl that everyone likes but ever since she and Brandon started fighting, everything's gone downhill. Lizzie is really pretty with long, silky brown hair and large green eyes. She has a hand full of freckles that are only visible in warm weather.
She lives with her mother, her father having died of cancer two years ago. Her younger sister was murdered last year and her twin brother and older sister, well, no one knows what happened to them, they were kidnapped when Lizzie and Jordan - her twin - were six. She doesn't remember her older sister's name, she'd lived with HER father - you know, they were half sisters. Lizzie doesn't talk about Jordan and has no hope of ever finding him. She gave up awhile ago and tries to make people think it doesn't hurt her.
She walks up to her front door where her mother is waiting for her. "The Backstreet Boys are in town."
Lizzie shrugs, "With the mood I'm in, I don't fucking care." She walks up to her room and lays on the bed and closes her eyes, tired and hoping to sleep the rest of the day away.
Copyright © 1999 by Lizzie Booze