Who: Lizzie and James What: Just hanging out, since he's under house arrest When: Monday afternoon Where: James' house Rating: PG-13
Memorial day. It was a day when everyone was supposed to remember those that had fallen in all the wars of the past. It meant they were all off school, most people were off work. She didn't know if Mrs Baker was going to be home, but since Lizzie had been sneaking over when she was at work, she hoped James' mom wouldn't mind him actually having a visitor legitimately, this time.
She knocked on the door, hoping that it was James that answered it because, yeah, as much as she didn't mind talking to parents, she hadn't much wanted to talk to people at all since her argument with Luke. School had been interesting, trying to avoid him. Not that she'd gone in for much of the rest of the week. Max had her back.
She was going to get pulled in to see Dr Martin. She knew it. She had been acting differently recently, so it made sense, that she was pulled up on it. Her grades had been slipping a little.
She rocked back and forth on her shoes, up onto the balls of her feet and then back onto her heels. Brushing her hair back over her shoulder, she looked up at the door, and then turned to look up at the sky. It was sunny, Summer was well and truly here. She'd tried to reflect it in the fact that she was wearing a blue and white summer dress, with a blue cardigan on the top because it wasn't that warm yet. She had a flower in her hair.
In her bag, she didn't have cakes this time, just what she always carried with her: her sketchbook, a pencil case, a packet of hard candy and a couple of bottles of soda (she'd taken to carrying drinks around with her because she never wanted to be caught thirsty again, stupid, but just in case she had a repeat of past events). She rubbed at her elbow again, it still hurt, had a faint purple bruise on it now from the argument.
She thought she'd count till ten, and then knock again: if there wasn't an answer, maybe he hadn't heard her?