Lisa stretched, leaning gently to angle herself closer to the watch, mindful of her legs shaking on the wobbly nightstand below her. She reached out with a young, skinny arm. It took her a few tries, but she managed to work the watch closer with her fingertips, before finally grabbing it. "Yes!" She shouted in her reedy little voice.
She turned the face over in her hand and sure enough... 12 years, 0 month, 3 days.... 11 years, 11 months, 24 days... The watch ticked away, taking her along with it.
A chill ran through her. Not even in puberty anymore, it happened so fast!
"LISA GREEN! You have SO MUCH explaining to do! Come here, NOW!"
Lisa's heart jumped, the pocketwatch leaping off her palms. She hardly registered the last of what her mother had yelled. Her mind was entirely fixed on one thing, turning end-over-end in the air before her. She tried flailing for it, but the bedside table wasn't stable. Before she knew it, she was falling, and then hurting. A clattering noise sounded, along with a cracking. Luckily it wasn't her bones, but it sure felt like it, lifting herself on raw elbows from the rough carpet. It took her a moment to realize the thumping sound wasn't the pain and adrenaline pumping through her, but the sound of heavy --adult-- footsteps making their way towards her bedroom door. She could feel tears forming, and a pinched feeling in her face.
"LISA! Where are you?!" Her mom sounded really mad at her. Her, a girl laying her on her bedroom floor. Who couldn't even hold it in a minute ago.
She looked through blurry eyes for the watch...