Hey everyone, this is my first Lizzie fic! I've written other fics, but
not a Lizzie one. Please R&R, with suggestions or criticism. Oh yeah, and
I don't own the TV show.
Lizzie slammed her suitcase shut. After three hours of packing, she was finished.
"Oh no, Lizzie! You didn't pack this outfit! Open it again! You have to bring this one!" Miranda said.
"NO!" Lizzie answered. "Miranda, that's the tenth time. I refuse to open this suitcase again. Half an hour turned into three hours because of your suggestions!"
"Sorry, Lizzie. I just want you to look your best at camp. After all, Ethan Craft is going!"
Lizzie and Miranda both shrieked in excitement, when Lizzie remembered something that made her good mood disappear.
"Yeah, and so is Kate."
"I forgot about that. I forgot Miss 'blond, popular, cheerleader' was going. Sorry, Lizzie."
"I wish you were coming, Miranda. Now I don't have anyone to stick up for me around Kate!"
"Well, Lizzie, looks like it's time for you to get over your fear of confrontation."
"Like that will ever happen."
"Come on, you know I had no choice! My parents are forcing me to go to Mexico. It's my stupid cousin's fifteenth birthday, and she's having that big party, remember? The one I talked about when Gordo was talking about barmitzfahs."
"I thought you hated your cousin."
"I do! I hate Conchita even more than I hate Kate and Claire! Conchita is a stuck-up, well, you know."
"Isn't she the one you bit when you were four?"
"Oh yeah! No wonder Conchita hates me so much. Well, I'll remember that one."
Lizzie and Miranda went into hysterics remembering that story. Conchita and her family had gone to the Sanchez's one Christmas, and Conchita had stolen Miranda's new toy. Miranda had gone and bit Conchita she had been so angry.
"Well, Miranda, you have to write me! I want to hear all about Mexico!"
"Of course. You write about camp! Just think, the next time we see each other high school will be starting in three weeks!"
"Don't remind me!"
HONK! "Miranda, get out here! We'll miss the plane to Mexico! Come on, Conchita has been looking forward to seeing you!"
Miranda groaned.
"Bite her if she gets too snobby."
Miranda laughed, and the two girls hugged goodbye. Miranda then ran down to the car, and the Sanchez's drove away.
'Till high school then' Lizzie thought sadly.
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The next morning, Lizzie woke up and got dressed. Today she was leaving for camp. Her mom had made a giant pancake breakfast, but Lizzie hardly ate any of it. At ten, her parents drove her to the YMCA, where the buses were waiting.
"Oh, my little baby is going away from home for a summer!" Mrs. McGuire cried, and hugged and kissed Lizzie.
"Mom, we're in public!" Lizzie hissed.
"Yeah, Mom, you'll embarrass her in front of ETHAN!" Matt taunted.
"Matt, leave your sister alone," Mr. McGuire snapped.
"Now, write every day, you hear Lizzie? I want a letter to know if you're okay, or else I'll worry."
"Mom, I'll be fine!"
"CAMPERS, GET ON THE BUS!"
"Oh, Lizzie, be careful at camp!"
"I will, Mom. Don't worry!"
Lizzie turned and dashed away to the bus, hoping no one had witnessed the scene with her mother.
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Lizzie slammed her suitcase shut. After three hours of packing, she was finished.
"Oh no, Lizzie! You didn't pack this outfit! Open it again! You have to bring this one!" Miranda said.
"NO!" Lizzie answered. "Miranda, that's the tenth time. I refuse to open this suitcase again. Half an hour turned into three hours because of your suggestions!"
"Sorry, Lizzie. I just want you to look your best at camp. After all, Ethan Craft is going!"
Lizzie and Miranda both shrieked in excitement, when Lizzie remembered something that made her good mood disappear.
"Yeah, and so is Kate."
"I forgot about that. I forgot Miss 'blond, popular, cheerleader' was going. Sorry, Lizzie."
"I wish you were coming, Miranda. Now I don't have anyone to stick up for me around Kate!"
"Well, Lizzie, looks like it's time for you to get over your fear of confrontation."
"Like that will ever happen."
"Come on, you know I had no choice! My parents are forcing me to go to Mexico. It's my stupid cousin's fifteenth birthday, and she's having that big party, remember? The one I talked about when Gordo was talking about barmitzfahs."
"I thought you hated your cousin."
"I do! I hate Conchita even more than I hate Kate and Claire! Conchita is a stuck-up, well, you know."
"Isn't she the one you bit when you were four?"
"Oh yeah! No wonder Conchita hates me so much. Well, I'll remember that one."
Lizzie and Miranda went into hysterics remembering that story. Conchita and her family had gone to the Sanchez's one Christmas, and Conchita had stolen Miranda's new toy. Miranda had gone and bit Conchita she had been so angry.
"Well, Miranda, you have to write me! I want to hear all about Mexico!"
"Of course. You write about camp! Just think, the next time we see each other high school will be starting in three weeks!"
"Don't remind me!"
HONK! "Miranda, get out here! We'll miss the plane to Mexico! Come on, Conchita has been looking forward to seeing you!"
Miranda groaned.
"Bite her if she gets too snobby."
Miranda laughed, and the two girls hugged goodbye. Miranda then ran down to the car, and the Sanchez's drove away.
'Till high school then' Lizzie thought sadly.
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The next morning, Lizzie woke up and got dressed. Today she was leaving for camp. Her mom had made a giant pancake breakfast, but Lizzie hardly ate any of it. At ten, her parents drove her to the YMCA, where the buses were waiting.
"Oh, my little baby is going away from home for a summer!" Mrs. McGuire cried, and hugged and kissed Lizzie.
"Mom, we're in public!" Lizzie hissed.
"Yeah, Mom, you'll embarrass her in front of ETHAN!" Matt taunted.
"Matt, leave your sister alone," Mr. McGuire snapped.
"Now, write every day, you hear Lizzie? I want a letter to know if you're okay, or else I'll worry."
"Mom, I'll be fine!"
"CAMPERS, GET ON THE BUS!"
"Oh, Lizzie, be careful at camp!"
"I will, Mom. Don't worry!"
Lizzie turned and dashed away to the bus, hoping no one had witnessed the scene with her mother.
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