Lizzie slammed her locker shut and clasped her pink folder to her
chest where it made a soft sound against the sequin pink butterfly on her
shirt. She hadn't stopped thinking about him since the video shoot.
Miranda knew something was wrong, Lizzie could tell, but she supposed she
knew it was something important because she didn't dare ask. Lizzie
totally loved her friends, I mean, they usually backed off but she knew
when it got too serious Miranda would definitely investigate the situation
with her unnatural powerful words of persuasion. As well as Gordo who
would probably try to analyze her or something; but he did stop doing that
in the 7th grade what should make 8th different?
Miranda stood next to Lizzie and kept glancing over at her.
Miranda's combat boots clunked on the floor as Lizzie's pink Sketchers
barely made a squeak. They were a lot different though they were best
friends, as they say, opposites attract. Though some people would mistake
them for identical soul mates since they were always together but really
they were quite different.
Miranda cleared her through obviously trying to initiate conversation
when Lizzie didn't even bother (this was a huge give away to the problem
thing). "Uh, so, Lizzie did you finish the algebra homework Mr. Diggs gave
us yesterday?"
Lizzie started walking with Miranda; they had just been standing
there for about two minutes. She turned to Miranda and looked a little
bewildered. "Algebra? What Algebra?"
Miranda started to worry a little bit. Lizzie wasn't all that smart
but she hardly missed an assignment unless it was something utterly
important. "The Algebra homework that we're supposed to be learning in 9th
grade, don't you remember? Mr. Diggs wanted to give us a head start."
Lizzie gasped and clasped a hand over her mouth, which smeared her
lip-gloss. She wiped her hands on her hot pink pants (OOS: She actually
MATCHED today OK?) and turned to Miranda obviously hating herself for not
remembering. "Oh, no Miranda! I didn't do it! What am I gonna do? Can I
copy from yours?"
Miranda smiled a little and nodded. She was always willing to help
her best friend with the smallest things and even the biggest, that's what
friends are for anyway. "Sure, Lizzie."
Lizzie sighed with relief. How could she not remember? Oh yeah, she
had been thinking about him all night and writing his name in all in her
notebooks (which she kept at home and under her bed in a shoebox full of
other things she had scribbled his name on). They made there way to
English where they would soon meet Gordo.
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"OK, Lizzie that was weird." Miranda gaped at her obviously troubled friend. She had just done what she didn't even think she would do. "What was weird?" Lizzie hadn't even noticed she was scribbling the first letter of his name all over a piece of paper, though Gordo and Miranda didn't even notice. She had just asked Ethan Craft if she could borrow a pencil because she had forgotten hers and she didn't even turn to mush. "You.you.." Miranda was at a loss for words and she was flailing her hands in disbelief while Gordo turned around and just simply said a few words. "You asked Ethan Craft for a pencil and it was comprehendible." "Yeah!" Miranda cried. Gordo didn't know what was worrying her so much. So Lizzie had finally wised up about that Ethan Craft; that meant there was more room for him in her life. "Calm down Miranda." Gordo grabbed hold of her shoulders and shook her a few times until she sat down in her chair still gaping like a fish. Gordo sniggered and turned in his seat as their English teacher came in. Miranda knew she had to ask Lizzie what as up as soon as she could, Lizzie would tell her.of course she would.would she?
End of Chapter
OK, so what do you think? This is my first fic and I promise this is actually GOING somewhere OK? You just have to stay tuned in and I don't know when I will be able to update to just check everyday if that isn't too much to ask. Please R/R you know how everyone loves a bit of motivation! OK, see ya later.
"OK, Lizzie that was weird." Miranda gaped at her obviously troubled friend. She had just done what she didn't even think she would do. "What was weird?" Lizzie hadn't even noticed she was scribbling the first letter of his name all over a piece of paper, though Gordo and Miranda didn't even notice. She had just asked Ethan Craft if she could borrow a pencil because she had forgotten hers and she didn't even turn to mush. "You.you.." Miranda was at a loss for words and she was flailing her hands in disbelief while Gordo turned around and just simply said a few words. "You asked Ethan Craft for a pencil and it was comprehendible." "Yeah!" Miranda cried. Gordo didn't know what was worrying her so much. So Lizzie had finally wised up about that Ethan Craft; that meant there was more room for him in her life. "Calm down Miranda." Gordo grabbed hold of her shoulders and shook her a few times until she sat down in her chair still gaping like a fish. Gordo sniggered and turned in his seat as their English teacher came in. Miranda knew she had to ask Lizzie what as up as soon as she could, Lizzie would tell her.of course she would.would she?
End of Chapter
OK, so what do you think? This is my first fic and I promise this is actually GOING somewhere OK? You just have to stay tuned in and I don't know when I will be able to update to just check everyday if that isn't too much to ask. Please R/R you know how everyone loves a bit of motivation! OK, see ya later.