02-22-2010, 03:00 PM
Elizsarah Ramsey
european bassist.
"Sweeeetttiieeee. Come on breakfast is ready!" The voice of her father filled Elizsarah's ears and she rolled in her bed, groaning and trying to cling to her sleep. She let out a yelp at the realization she had rolled to far which was followed by a loud thud. The door opened and her father smiled at her. "Fell out of bed again?" He asked with a chuckle and leaned against the doorway. "Shut up.." She mumbled and clawed her way out of the blanket that was bundled around her. "Come on i made pancakes. So get your butt downstairs." Liz sighed as she finally became free of the blanket trap and headed downstairs.
"Maple syrup is in the cabinet." Liz heard her mother say, and the teens eyes went in the direction of the voice. Her mother was on her laptop, writing her new story no doubt. "Hows the story coming?" Liz asked as she got on her tippy toes to reach the maple syrup in the cabinet above the stove. "It better be good, she's been typing for 3 hours straight." Her father joked and her mother made a face at him. "Im on the 5th chapter. And i think this is a book you'll like." Putting some pancakes on a plate for herself The girl let out a chuckle. "We'll ill read it once your done." Liz could feel the presence of a smile on her mothers face without even looking and smiled herself. Sitting on her mothers right at the table she buttered her pancakes and poured syrup. "Im going to meet up with the gang later, alright?" Her father smiled as he was washing the frying pan in the sink. "Band practice huh?" He asked and Liz couldnt help but smile. "You know it." "Well you need to tell me when your next show is, I missed the last one." Liz's dad always tried to be there for her shows, since she was him a few years ago, in a band and having a great time. Hopefully her band wont break up after a month or two like his did. He knew all the guitar parts to every one of their songs since he'd practice with her and she'd always bring a copy for him so that she could learn how the parts sounded together when she was home. "Sure thing, Pops" Liz replied as she poured herself some orange juice and dug into her pancakes. As soon as anyone texted her though she'd be out of here ASAP.
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