The Final Hour

Chapter 3

Lizzy's point of view

The Bell rang. 

Sigh, class time and I headed out of the room, and up the stairs to class. First Language Arts, then German, and finally Study Period.

School ended and I walked out of the main door. Anna-Marie and I met at the big maple tree and stared to head for the buses. I looked up and saw little pieces of art fall from the sky.

"Hey look it's snowing!" I said, and spun in circles.

"Oh yay snow." Anna-Marie said sarcastically. Then smiled.

We continued along the path to the busses and when we were almost at the buses Anna-Marie  slipped on the ice. I cracked up laughing and she gave me this " your going to die" look and I laughed even harder.

"That's why I hate Ice." She said as she sat there. Suddenly I was knocked off my feet and we were both on the ground laughing out heads off. We stood up and headed for my bus. Anna-Marie is a walker so we split when I got there. I headed for my usual seat preparing to kick anyone out if they had sat there, but it was empty. The bus was now full, so it started up and headed for my little German Village. (yes I live in Germany, but I'm not German, my dad's in the Military so we got stationed over seas and I go to school on base)

I sat there listening to my iPod until my stop came around. I got off the bus and onto the snowy ground. The snow made everything look all peaceful. Some snowflakes chose to land in my hair instead of the ground. I started to walk up the hill to my house trying not to slip because the ground had a thick layer of ice on top, which converse high tops did not go well with.

I reached the top of the hill and burst through the front door. The smell of freshly baked cookies kissed my nose and I drifted into the kitchen. A plate of cookies sat on the island just calling to me. My hand reached out and grabbed one. I took a bite. The chocolate chips melted as soon as they touched my lips and the taste of creamy cookie filled my mouth. They were baked just the way I like em. Not dough, but not completely cooked. I was in Heaven.

"Keep eating tooth pick." I turned around and saw my big brother, Mike, from behind. He looks like me, Blue-green eyes, freckles, fair skin, but his hair was almost brown and spiked, and mine was red, Oh and he is 16 and I am 14. "Your gonna need all that extra fat since you have none on you Ms. twenty pounds."  It was true, I did have no fat a all, and I was really skinny. I have to where my jeans in slim sizes, but I do not weigh twenty pounds!

"Hey I weigh ninety-five!" I said. "I'm going up stairs." I grabbed one more cookie, and popped it into my mouth waiting a minute to savor the flavor, and then ran up the winding stair case, into the hall and through my bedroom door.

First things I do when I get home. Number one: grab a snack. Number two: go to my bedroom and flop my backpack down somewhere. Number three: Jump out my window. Now i do other things after that, but notice I said "home" well after number three I'm not at home anymore and I don't die when I jump out my window because our garage is one story and my window is up two stories so I jump on that and then jump onto the ground. Well anyways, I did those three things and headed for the woods by my house.