Puberty For Superheroes.

Chapter 22 - Elizabeth Goodwin

She sat in front of the TV eating an omelette. On the screen was her idol, Mother Nature, fighting off two bad guys. She was winning too. Then the screen turned off to the reporter which caused Liz to groan.

"Liz, if you don't hurry up you'll be late for school sweetheart." Gabriella said, kissing Liz's forehead before turning off the TV.

"Mother! I was watching MN! She's the best of the best when it comes to Superheroes! I wanna be just like her." Liz squealed, standing on her stool and posing like she was a model.

"School comes first dear. I'm off to work, okay? Be good. Remember the buddy system! Walk with Emma to school and back home. Love you." She said, she retrieved her briefcase and coat before opening the door and walking out.

"Did your mum leave?" Beck flew into the kitchen. He was in his undergarments and socks, just waking up not long ago. Liz nodded and her father busted the door open. He waved and yelled, 'I love you', at the top of his lungs to his wife.

"Okay, time to start the day." He rubbed his hands together and his eyes landed on his daughter. "Liz, what are you doing here? Get to school." He ordered.

He chased his daughter out of their small house and started to work on house chores.

Elizabeth pouted and stormed down the sidewalk to go three houses over to her best friend's house. Elizabeth grumbled under her breath, something about how horrible she looks and how she didn't look well enough to go to school. She didn't brush her hair, or wear the right socks, or even match for that matter.

She knocked on the door and waited. She heard a lot of stomping and yelling on the other side of the door that she was tempted to make a run for it. But the door was swung open and Emma bolted out.

"Run for it!" Emma yelled, slamming the front door closed. She latched onto Elizabeth's arm and sprinted down the street.

Once the two girls were safely at school, they leaned against the lockers and panted.

"What. . . was. . . that. . . about?" Liz breathed out. She dramatically slumped on a random person's locker and tried breathing, but all that came out was weird and long wheezing.

"I took. . . Mila's stuff. . . without ugh. Can't breath." Emma spat out. Her short brown hair fanned out over her face, started to grow frizzy as her gray eyes looked around their surroundings. She was short and stocky kid, but she can run. She had the same level of engery as Liz does; that's why they're best friends.

Now that Liz caught her breath, she stood up and locked arms with Emma. She turned and walked down the hallway to their first class. "Now, why would you take your sister's stuff? You know she would kill you but you did it anyway."

"I know, but I needed it!"

"What was it? What did you take?"

"It was. . . a umm. . . thingamajig."

Elizabeth looked over at her with a cocked eyebrow and an unsure expression. She had a feeling that her best friend was hiding something, and she was right. Liz was about to investigate her even more but the bell rang for the students to get to class.

Emma took off like a racehorse and never looked back. Liz was left in the hall, lost.

"Elizabeth Goodwin! Did you not hear the bell? Are you going deaf? Get to class young lady." Her English teacher ordered. He was a plump old man, around fifty or so, gray hair and honey gold eyes. His eyebrows looked out of control like he was growing a garden, his messed up back led him to slouch and his suit was perfect.

Liz shuffled along and bolted up the stairs to the second floor for carpentry class. Yup, she took that class, and she's the only female in there too. But she enjoys the class and ignores the idiotic boys around her.

She made it just in time and her teacher stood in front of the class with a grin on his small face. "Today, we will build a small scale of a building."

The class groaned in disappointment. Because Mr. Sanders makes the class have different partners every week, Liz was stuck with the top guy of her grade, Ashton Willing. She braided her frizzy blonde hair and kept her blue eyes away from Ashton.

"Hey Elizabeth? What do you want to start on first? The structure or look at the blueprints first?" He asked. His perfect combed hair was shinning under the lighting, his brown eyes looked gold and bright, and he wore a suit.

"It doesn't matter, it won't hurt to look at the blueprints. And you can call me Liz." She hurriedly rushed off to the other side of the room to pick out a random blueprint.

She picked one out and Roy, her enemy I guess, snatched it out of her hands. "Thanks laddie. I'll take that." He walked back to his table and started to work with a grin on his face.

Liz scoffed and picked up another one. She went back to her table and showed Ashton. The blueprints showed a model of an outhouse, sort of. It was ten by eight, slanted roof and tall thing.

"You ready to make this thing?" Ashton asked. He looked down at Liz and smiled, finally a little overjoyed to be partnered with Elizabeth Goodwin.

"I guess. We can start here."