supercalifragilistic

Liza's pov
It was 10:02 am and Liza laid on her bed and wanted to do absolutely nothing for the rest of her life. Did she like Francie? Did she not? Was francie's father her father's friend? Liza was too lazy to think about it. Alas, it was the weekend. The Hamilton's were always busy on the weekends. Elizabeth, her mother, taught piano lessons to her brothers Philip and John. Her sister, Angelica, had drama class and then went to the library for the rest of the day to study for who-knows-what. The rest of her brothers either had a sports game or practice to attend too. Her, father, Alexander usually stayed at his desk all day. But, he was not here. All of a sudden, Liza heard the front door open. She heard all of her siblings yell something like "Daddy!!" Suprised, she rushed as fast as she could downstairs and hugged Alexander as tight as she could.
"Alexander!" Eliza cried.
"Unfortunately, I can only be here for today and tomorrow. But, I'm here."
The day was mostly spent at the beach. Liza, Philip, and Angie were having a  sand castle building contest. Philip's sand castle was very simple, as he just filled a bucket with sand and placed it on top of the sand. Liza's was a basic castle, not fancy, but not extremely simple like Philip's. Angie's was basically Liza's with more details.







At the end of the day, Liza and her family were the happier than they had been in a while.

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