Necro-end of night

It's 6 am, and the alarm is going off.  Perfect, 2 hours of sleep.  Liz opens her eyes at the damn device, with loathing.  There's only one reason it's going off this early let alone at all.  Sandra, lizes older sister.  Comes with the territory, can't live in ritzy Beverly hills without a few snobby asses.  Sandra figured herself smarter then her younger sibling, and for the most part she was.  When you add boys however!  Liz flipped her head over with a grunt, turning away from the alarm.  It was no use, she was up.  After working all night she was kinda hoping not to have to go to school, and her parents would have allowed it too, they were cool like that.  Hell, Liz didn't even need to get up till 7-7:30, but her sister changed all that.  Putting her hands in push up position, she forced herself up and out of bed.  Dressed, smelling fresh and somewhat alert she made her way out of her room.  Her house was pretty big, given both her parents work high class jobs.  She stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to look at Sandras room.  Door closed and locked as always, only keys were in Sandra, mom and dad and every guy in b-hills hands.  She made her way grogally downstairs, rounding the corner into the kitchen.  Dad was at the table eating his fave, fruit loops.  Mom?  Well moms breakfast usually consisted of the morning paper and half a cup of tea.  Today however it was coffee (full cup) and a bran muffin, meaning: long day at work.  Dad saw her first and his expression changed from content to agravated in the amount of time for Liz to reconize him.  Mom turned and her heart sank.
"Oh sweety", she said making her way to Liz.  "she did it to you again didn't she".  It wasn't so much a question as it was a realization.
"You know", started dad.  "We do have room keys".  He dangled the keys they had for her door with the tips of his fingers, smiling a devilish grin.
"as much as I want revenge........". Her little bit of 'i'm bigger then revenge', left her at the sound of something like oil hitting her bed.  "Scratch that, gimme the damn keys".  
        She got as far as the stairs before her sis made an appearance at the top of them.  Damn it, bellowed Liz turning around now needing to return the keys.  The morning went as usual after that.  Argue, bitchiness and slamming doors.  Sandra was suppose to drive Liz to school, but so far Liz had yet to see the inside of her car.  Walking, what a concept.  
        The first two periods went as usual, but it was third that had Liz all smiles.  Biology.  The teacher was mr smith.  He stood out even among the cool teachers (all 4 of them). He didn't care about who had more money or better looks.  Some of these teachers even slept with the students, some of those students even aproached him.  He declined, and nearly got fired when one or two shouted rape.  The craziest part was that he was goth, and not like cyber or raver.  He was traditional, vintage.  Class went on as usual.  At the end he handed back a test taken a couple of days before.  Liz always got an A in his class but today was kinda shocked to see a B, he was so gonna hear about this. 
        The bell rang, and the students had ten minutes to get to whatever they had for next period.  It was a good thing Liz didn't care about her other classes, cause with the size of the school she needed those ten minutes to make it to her classes.  She didn't care right now however, she had a terrible mark on her mind.
"Dear god", mr smith said noticing Liz wasn't moving out of his class.  "I take it you have an issue with your mark".
"Well you seem dissapointed with it as well".  She made her way to the desk.
"And what makes you say that"?  He asked looking at the papers on his desk.
"You put it right here".  She held up the test showing a note beside her mark saying 'you are slipping little one, not a good sign'.  "and look! it's written in red", she shot back as if surprised.  "My god, it mean it's very important, or I'm VIP service".
"If your trying to be witty your failing"
"this B is a fail".
"no an F is a fail, a B is well above fail"
"a B+ would be better".  She said with a cute smile batting her eyes.
"a B- is easier to write, one less line for me add".
"a plus sign is an add".
His head looked up with an amused look.  "to be honest it's starting to more like a C+, but if I add a minus we get a C".
"noted, quiet". Liz said shutting up holding her test down.
"you're a good kid so I'll do you a favor, stay home tomorrow".  No teacher had ever given her a day off.  "we are just going over review tomorrow anyway so you don't need to be here".
"won't it hurt my attendance"?
Mr smith reached into his desk and pulled out his attendance sheets.  He went to wednesday and wrote her in, then held it up for her to see.  "good"?  She nodded.  "good, now go have fun", he went back to his papers.
        Liz focused on what had happened for the rest of the day.  She went over her test time and time again, even so much as going to her book then online.  In all aspects she found she had all the right answers.  Could it have been he did that purposely to get her to have a day off?  She got home but only had an hour before a call saying she had to come in for one a.m.  No sleep again.  She worked in an all night Asian grocery store, and sadly they had no respect for sleep.  
        She got there an hour early and was in uniform with caffine in her by the time she got started.  She didnt so much like Her coworkers save for Debbie.  Debbie was an 18 year old Joan Jett fan and pretty much looked like her save for the brown skin.  The rest of her coworkers were valley girls whose parents were decent enough not to buy them anything they cried for.  She spent most of the night sorting and sweeping while Debbie and sam (valley girl num 2) did registers.  By 7 they were setting up for the 8 a.m rush.  Liz stood by Debbie's register talking to her while resting on her broom.  No one was in the store so the v-grrls decided to play nice and joined into the convo.  Sam made her way to the glass by the front door and watched for the rush.  Debbie was talking about tats when veronika (spelled correctly) yawned.  They all chuckled when an creepy sound came out of her mouth.
"had no idea you were into sound effects".  Said Debbie.
Veronika was doing her best to stay awake, she realized it was directed at her.  "what"?  She said looking around.  "did I do something"?
"you made a roar", said Hamilton 
"roar"?  Responded veronika.
"no", said Liz confused.  "that came from outside".  They all turned just as a freaked out sam turned and ran screaming away from the glass as it began to rain everywhere.