Firefly
Chapter
4
I curled another strand of hair in the bathroom and put the iron
on the sink. It wobbled before it fell off the rim, and I went to
catch it with my hand, forgetting that it was still set at 450
degrees.
“Sh.t,” I murmured after examining the burn on my
hand. Kayla laughed at me from her seat on the toilet. “I
can’t go to dinner with a burn like this!” I yelled
to her.
She giggled. “Lizzie, what is he going to do? Look at your
hands and decide he doesn’t think you’re pretty
because you have a burn across it? He won’t
care.”
I rolled my eyes at her before picking up the iron again. I heard
a clank in the hallway, and in the reflection of the broken
mirror, I saw my grandmother wheeling her chair into the
doorway.
“You have work tonight?” she asked. “I thought
you took Thursdays off.”
“No, Grandma,” I sighed, “I have a
date.”
I finished my hair and turned the iron off before putting it back
on the sink and sliding by her, into the hallway. She was clearly
surprised. “A date?” she called. “My Elizabeth
has a date?”
Kayla’s speckled eyes showed nothing but amusement as she
followed me into my bedroom. “Yes, Grandma, I have a date.
With a boy. Who likes girls.”
“You know,” Grandma told Kayla, “This one might
be gorgeous, but she doesn’t have the best luck with
men.”
“Well, look who raised me,” I told her, irritated.
There were reasons I didn’t tell her when I was dating.
“You were like a test subject. I screwed up a lot.
I’m gunna get it right with this one,” she kidded,
nudging Kayla.
“No offense, GG,” Kayla murmured while I chose
jewelry, “But I think I’d go to Lizzie for advice
before you.”
She chuckled a bit in her chair. “Kayla, when she was
little, she never used to have any boyfriends or anything, so we
thought she was a lesbian.”
“Grandma!” I cried, throwing my hands over
Kayla’s ears. “She’s 9 years old!”
Kayla giggled, taking my fingers from her ears. “And I live
with two perverts. I know what that is. It’s a girl who
likes girls when most girls like boys. I’m not stupid, you
know,” she sassed.
I smiled at her and went to go put the finishing touches on my
makeup.
“If you’re so smart,” Grandma challenged,
“Then what does Lizzie do for—“
“Grandma,” I growled at her, shooting her a look.
She smiled weakly. “Well, you look beautiful tonight,
sweetheart, and I hope you have an amazing
time.”
I go back to school after a 5 day
weekend tomorrow. I might kill myself. Well, I hope everyone has
a nice day tomorrow, because I won't. (:
*I do not notify, please
don't ask.*
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ricecrispy2128 · 1 decade ago
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Wow. You're a really good writer :)