<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Earlier in the current school year<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Ms. Vivian Abasi<br/><br/>Daddy Goetz had long ago retreated upstairs.  Mommy Goetz made an appearance from time to time, but even those were growing more infrequent as the night wore on.  It was the summer before Elizabeth's and Vivian's senior year and they were playing big sisters to the freshmen cheer squad at Elizabeth's house.  Mommy Goetz had men come in and take all the furniture out of the enormous formal dining room and store it out in the driveway in one of those metal pod things.  Sleeping bags, blow-up mattresses, cheer bags and overnight cases and hair bows and random bits of clothing both daytime and pyjamas were strewn across the battlefield of a teenage girls-only sleepover.  The fish were really scared about the upcoming year, but it was the delicious scare in your tummy of looking forward to what you knew would be something amazing but weren't really sure you were ready for.  When she was just a fish too, Elizabeth had gone to a similar sleepover at a varsity girl's house and it had really been great.<br/><br/>They'd talked about everything, eaten anything ending in the word -ocolate or -cream, and were generally giggly and happy and goofy.  Daddy Goetz had retreated when he'd walked in with the pizza and the shrieks of a dozen girls wearing everything from panties and t-shirts to full-on pyjamas drove him out.<br/><br/>As seniors, it was up to Elizabeth and Vivian to sort of oversee things.  They'd already had to settle a couple of silly disputes and drag a few girls back whose feelings had gotten hurt.  It was exhausting, but it was also fun.  The freshman were just kids really, not at all grown up and sophisticated like she and Vivian who were practically in college already.  Some of the fish were bigger than her though, but that was to be expected.  ELizabeth was the flier, and all fliers were tiny.  You never saw a chunky cheerleader being held up by anything except maybe her coach's pointy heel in her butt for eating too many Twinkies.<br/><br/>Elizabeth caught Vivian's eye and motioned with her head towards the hallway.  She stepped out and walked through the house and upstairs to her own room where she flopped on her belly on the bed.<strong> "Oh my gosh, they are so loud," </strong>she told Vivian.<strong>"And so immature.  Were we like that?" </strong>Elizabeth belatedly remembered Vivian hadn't been with her as a freshman.  Her foster family before her current one had lived somewhere else, and Vivian was relatively new to McKinney.  Well, even if she'd been somewhere else, she'd been a freshman at some point, right?  It was hard to imagine though.  Vivian was so mature, to together with things.<br/><br/><strong>"Come on, tell me what you were like as a fish.  Be honest,"</strong>she said and grinned, then pulled a pillow to her and wadded it up before sticking it under her chest to raise her upper body off the bed.<br/>