Rated M for violence, language, and situations.
Elizabeth Riley sat on her bed, pulling on her pine green shin guards, bouncing to an upbeat song blaring from her i-pod. The sixteen year old girl had long blonde hair that hung to about six inches past her shoulders, bright amber eyes, and a normal body. She wasn't tall, wasn't short, wasn't overweight, and wasn't skinny. She was a normal girl, for the most part.
Humming along to the music, she grabbed her soccer ball from her desk, and rolling it around a little. Her room was unusually tidy, and well kept. "ETHAN!" She called out, trying to grab her twin brother's attention. He was probably absorbed in his art again. Had he forgotten that she had an important game today? She shook her head, and called out again. "IT'S ABOUT TIME TO GO! HAVE YOU GRABBED YOURSELF A LUNCH?" She called out to him, not sure if he could hear.
Her father was at work, again. And would miss her game, again. Beth was the star center for her high school's soccer team. She loved the sport, it was her favorite passtime. Whenever she wasn't doing homework, she was out playing soccer, or doing something to improve her game. Beth grinned as she thought about the game today, various strategies buzzing in and out of her head like little moths. One of them would have to drive. It wasn't far, and Beth didn't mind either way. She grabbed her bag, water bottle, and ball, and exited her room, and knocked a few times on her brother's door.
Ethan, her twin, was very interested in art, and often spent long periods of time working on one project or another. Their mother had died when they were young, and their father had been almost always away at work. So, Ethan and Beth had grown up supporting each other with everything. They were the best of friends, they were extremely close. Sometimes Elizabeth wondered how she would get along without him. They were always together. She was rather popular, and defended Ethan from bullies and the like, while Ethan helped her with various other things. "ETHAN!" She said once more, knocking on the door. "YOU READY?"
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