Caralina watched him make a sandwhich and she jumped up on the countair watching him. She hoped he wouldn't mind her sitting there. Some people didn't like that.
"So" She looked around. "How long have you lived here?"
"Whatever. I'm not really picky." She smiled. She jumped down and grabbed some bread. "what do you like on yours." He had only been making one, so she would make him one.
"Liz! You don't have any sugar!" Tin called from the kitchen.
"What do you need sugar for?" Liz yelled in reply.
"Sweet Tea," he admitted. Liz rolled her eyes and stalked into the kitchen, grabbing a measuring cup. She walked out of the door and across the street, noticing that nobody else was home around her. She banged on the door, waiting for Ryan to answer.
"I can make a sandwhich, it isn't that hard." She smiled quickly whipping the sandwhich together. THere was a banging on the door and she looked towards it. "Want me to get it?"
"Yeah, so? I'm never home long enough for tutoring. Now, can I please have some sugar?" Liz held the measuring cup out. That old man! He expects me to be tutored by this goody-two-shoes? She thought as she waited for Ryan's response.
"Okay, sheash. Just thought you'd like to know. I have better things to do with my time to." I took the cup from her went into the kitchen, scooped some up without saying a word to Corolina, then walked back and handed it to Liz. "There you go."
Caralina watched Ryan, he looked agravated. She followed him back to the door to see who had seemed to make him do that. She saw the principles daughter, Ryan handed her the cup of sugar.
"Thanks," Liz mumbled as Caralina appeared in the doorway. Liz pivoted on her heel and walked back to her house. Once she got there she fell on the floor laughing.
"What?" Grace asked.
"Mr.Goody-two-shoes and that new kid are...are...together!" She screamed with laughter and handed Tin the cup of sugar.
"That..." I sighed. "About Liz. She's okay sometimes. But she really get's under my skin." I looked at her apolegitically. "Ready to start studying?" I asked.
"Alright, let's decode your handwriting." She smiled, she grabbed her sandwhich and waited for him to go somewhere so she could follow. SHe didn't really know what to do.