"Liz, breakfast is ready!", My mother shouts from downstairs. "Okay, just a second!" I reply practically song-like. I finish applying my eye liner with a final swoop at the end for that whimsical, cat eye look. I marvel at my reflection in the picture-covered bathroom mirror. It has the bulbs that go down the sides and gives it a real Hollywood/showgirl effect. I uncluttered the sink by putting each makeup item back into its proper compartment, located in my shelve's drawers. I truly HATE cleaning, so I try to make use of my organizational skills (acquired from my mom). All though, I may have a few articles of clothing lying around here and there, I make sure to fix that ASAP because I really don't want to hear about it from my mother! I get my neat-freakness from her, along with practically all of her features. I have her body: a nice hourglass figure, sparkly green eyes, an olive hue to my skin (so I'm not too peachy), and wavy, dirty blonde hair. My favorite part though, would have to be my lips; naturally plump with a darker pink tone, so I hardly ever have to wear lipstick. "Elizabeth René Cherîe, please come down here before your food gets cold!", my mom yells again. I quickly grab my bag and bolt down the stairs. When the full name comes out, you know that you've already screwed up! I've always loved my last name it's pronounced like cherry but with a sh- sound.
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Liza's Side
Teen FictionElizabeth was just your average high school Barbie Doll, until her world began crumbling before her eyes. She will have to hurdle through some of the traditional rights-of-passage into adulthood (and others not so much). But, should it have happened...
