Elizabeth’s P.O.V

    I sighed as I walked to school. Thats right, I still walked. I was trying to keep it a secret that Artie was now my adoptive father, so I refused to let him give me a ride. Instead, I simply continued to walk to school. As to why I was sighing, Rosalie hadn't been doing anything to me for the past few weeks. Normally, that would seem like a good thing, but not in this case.

I had no doubts that she was planning something. Thats just how she was.

    I walked into school with a pool of other kids; I had been on time more lately. Probably because now my “dad” was my teacher. Or, is my teacher now my “dad”? I dont know anymore. What I do know is that things had gotten a little less weird between Artie and I. We played a lot of Call of Duty, though not as much as Al and I played, and Artie was still a huge noob. Of course, I still wasn't to keen on being adopted by a single guy, especially a teacher. And his cooking still sucked through.

    But then again, Call of Duty is pretty much the extent of our relationship. We weren't really friends, let alone family but, hey, it was at least to the point when we could actually talk to each other with almost no sarcasm from my side. Eh, thats a good enough relationship in my book.

    I walked into class, not really caring about the looks I got from all the other kids. Typically, they would stop after a minute. I sat down and heard giggling. I looked at the girls doing it and they stopped right away. As soon as I looked away through, they started up again. This went on for a while before I lost it. “What?! I screamed, “What the hecks so funny?!” That just made them laugh more. I looked over to the only person who wasn't laughing. She was smirking.

    “What did you do Rosalie?” I asked. She smiled.

    “I dont know what your talking about. Why would I have done anything?” She asked innocently.

    “Because your evil. Now tell me what you did.” I answered staring her down.

    She just laughed and flipped her hair black hair over her shoulder, “I’ve always wondered something Lizzi.” I scowled at her.

    “I told you not to call me that Rosalie.” She just kept going.

    “Whose voice are you copying right now? Or, did you make this one yourself? I remember you doing that once too.” I looked at her. Is that what everyone was laughing about?

    “I-I dont know what your talking about.” I stammered.

    “Ohhh, is Lizzi losing her cool?” Rosalie laughed, “Don't get me wrong for asking, I like your new voice so much better than your real one. That one was super annoying. Even your dad thought so.” She smiled as I stared at her. She knew what she was talking about, all the things I had told her when we were friends, all the secrets she said she'd never tell. She was telling them now. “And that dumb accent of yours. Honestly, I don't know how anyone could have put up with it.” She noticed me ball up my fists and smiled.

    “Go on, hit me. Do it.” She taunted. The other kids laughed. They knew I wouldn't do it. I never did. Even when her little gang is beating me up, I’de never hit Rosalie. The one and only time I had ever hit her was at the park just a few weeks ago, and I doubted they knew about that. But, this time we were in school.

    I balled my fists and took a breath. She smiled, “I knew it.” The other kids snickered before going back to their own business. Thats when Artie walked in.

    He looked at the class and smiled as the bell rang. He started taking roll, he was starting to get better with the names now. I stared out the window for the rest of class, not wanting to look at anyone else but my own reflection.

~~~~~~~~~~~Time skip to after school~~~~~~~~~~

Arthur’s P.O.V

I looked at Elizabeth. She was sitting on the couch looking up at the ceiling. This was normal for her, but the serious look on her face wasn't.  I sat down next to her. “Elizabeth.” She didn't respond, so I tried again. Still no response. “Eliza-”

“I heard you the first time.” She said, not taking her eyes from the ceiling. I sighed, she was still a fairly difficult child, but it had gotten better. “Whaja want?” She asked.

I sighed, “Please use proper grammar.” She shook her head.

“No. Is that all?” She asked causing me to sigh again.

“Is something the matter?” I asked. She just shook her head. “Then why are you glaring at the ceiling?” She shrugged.

“I dont know. It owes me money? Maybe it beat up my sister...How about it looked at me funny?” I sighed.

“Elizabeth, I’m asking you a serious question. You could at least attempt to answer it seriously.” She looked at me pouting.

“I wasnt kidding on the last one through! Its planning something, I can tell!”  

I sighed, her and Alfred were far too alike, “Elizabeth, the ceiling can't plan anything, its not alive.” She put her finger in my face.

“Thats what they want you to think! Ceilings are evil! One hundred percent of ceiling related deaths were caused by ceilings! That makes them evil!”

“Elizabeth!” I said, realizing what she was doing, “Stop trying to change the subject and answer my question!” She sighed.

“Dang it...Talking about the evil ceilings always works.” She mumbled, “Nothings wrong. Even if something was, its my business not yours.” I sighed; so she was still going to be like this?

“Elizabeth, I’ve told you this before, but it seems like I have to say it again. I can help you if you'll just tell me what wrong!” She stood up.

“And I’ve said this before, just a few seconds ago. Its my problem, so I’ll handle it!” She yelled before running up to her room. I heard her door slam and just a few minutes later, loud music was coming from her door. I put my face in my hands.

“There’s no winning with this child!”