Everyday leading up to Sunday was like torture! When Sunday finally arrived I used the cupcake scented lipstick that I won at Freddy Fazbear's years ago.

I sat impatiently staring at the clock, first on the recliner, then on the couch, and finally on the rug.

"What are you doing on the floor, Lizzie?" My older sister, Ellora asked me.

"Waiting for, Matt To come pick me up," I responded.

"Oh, you mean that guy that you refer to as so incredibly dreamy?" Lori teased (I call her, Lori BTW)

"Yes him we're going to Freddy Fazbear's," I said proudly holding my head up high.

"You're seriously going to an arcade for your first date?" Lori asked me in a disgusted tone.

"Yes, I am!" I yelled back.

"Ugh, you're so argumentative, Lizzie!" She yelled. Soon enough it was a cat fight we were yelling, biting, clawing.

Our parents walked in.

"Lizzie, Lori! What do you two think you're doing?" My mom asked us.

"Uhh, fighting duh" Lori said whipping out her phone & tweeting about how her "annoying little sister" started a fight over where to go for her own date.

"Look, Lizzie I'm big your sister you should trust my judgement, I think that you should go out to a real pizzeria." Lori said smughly.

"You're such a snob, Lori! Freddy Fazbear's is a real pizzeria, and it's where I'm going!" I shouted at her stomping my left foot on the ground, just as I said that, Matt's car pulled up, "Now I'm going to have a good time with my best friends & my boyfriend!" I said as I walked out the door.