a/n: so i
own nothin that has to do w/ lizzie mcguire. tho i guess u can say i do
own them peoples in here u aint kno, but thats all. hope u enjoy.
r/r yall =)
It's About, Life
Chapter 1:
The yellow taxi slowly made its way down third avenue, one of New York City's many busy streets. It was pouring on the surfaces of the taxi and the heavy rain's humidity fogged up the windows. The skies were gray and roaring with thunder, it definitely being one of those days in which it was best to stay home and admire the rain from the inside.
Inside the taxi sat a very exhausted Miranda Sanchez, who, if it wasn't for the various city lights and noises making their way into the vehicle, would be sleeping at the moment after a very long day. But, her thoughts could not focus on the fact that she was in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, or on how wonderful the smell of the rain was and its timeless beauty. Her mind was still focused on past events that had gone on in her home state of California, as much as many of those memories she would love to forget.
At a time, things had been going so well back in California. Miranda was attending the University of California at Berkeley, majoring in Music Performance, and living on campus, only about and hour and a half away from home in Hillridge. She loved the school, she loved her classes, she loved the town, she loved everything about her life. Truly, if you asked her if she could imagine her life anywhere else, she wouldn't be able to answer. Like true best friends, her and her long time best friend Elizabeth McGuire, better known as Lizzie, still kept in contact. They called each other about every other day and made it a point to see each other at least once a month during the school year. Lizzie attended the University of California at Los Angeles, her dream school. There she was majoring in Social Welfare, determined to find a way to fix the world. She was still Lizzie. So things were going well--before.
So many memories that Miranda would love to forget, but at the moment were all she could really think about…
Miranda sat patiently as she waited for the doctor to come back into the room. Deep down inside she was nervous about what news he had to tell her, but she didn't want to show that on the exterior. So she sat there, waiting for Dr. Louise Martin to come back with whatever news she had to tell her, maybe news that could possibly change her life.
Finally the doctor made her way back, and slowly took her seat in front of Miranda. Looking directly at her patient she removed her glasses, set them at the top of her head, and then folded her hands. She began, "now Miranda, I would just like to say that these results are completely accurate." She sighed. "And if you would like a second opinion, I would understand."
After those words, Miranda couldn't take looking at her doctor anymore. She was afraid of what she was about to tell her next. From what she had just said, she knew that whatever was to come next couldn't be good at all. One million and one possibilities ran through her mind as to what would be said next. She raised her head to look at the doctor once again, already with tears welled up in her eyes, just out of fear about what she was about to hear. "Even though I might regret asking this in the near future…I know that you're going to tell me anyway. So, um, the results…the results said--"
"Yes, they're in. It's confirmed, you…"
Miranda couldn't bear to even have that memory in her head. Just remembering that meeting with the doctor brought a pain to her heart and tears to her eyes. Since that time her life completely changed, and she had been living with those results ever since.
After a long tiring day Miranda found herself walking back home. She needed some rest and couldn't wait until she reached her room for a quick nap. As she approached her home she found her boyfriend on the front porch. He went by the name of Michael Cruz and they had been dating for three months after meeting at UC Berkeley's choral group. "Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked him.
"Oh, hey, I was just waiting for you…" he had told her as he grabbed both her hands and gave her a kiss. "I, uh, was hoping we could talk."
"Talk?" she questioned.
"Yeah, is that, uh, OK?" he asked her, trying to approach things carefully.
"Oh, yeah. Sure," Miranda tried to smile. "Um, sit down."
As they both sat down Michael took in a deep breath and took his time trying to choose his words carefully while looking into his girlfriend's eyes. "Uh, Miranda, I been doing a lot of thinking lately…"
"Yeah, about what?"
"About us. And…I think we should see other people…"
Quickly Miranda's brows shot down and she took back her hands from his grip. "What do you mean, 'see other people' Michael? There's no one else I want to 'see' but you!"
He explained by saying, "it means that…I've found someone else."
She could not believe what she was hearing. The only man she wanted to be with had just told her that he did not want to be with her anymore. That he wanted to see other people, and he had already found that other person. With everything that she had been going through lately, she always thought that he would be able to rely back on him for comfort. But it seemed as though she had been mistaken.
Miranda folded her arms, got up, and asked, "is she pretty?" She tried to hide the fact that she was hurt and that tears had already welled up in her eyes, because she didn't want him to see her "be weak."
"Miranda, come on, don't make this harder than it is…" Michael tried to tell her as he came up behind her and attempted to put his arms around her, but she quickly shoved them off and turned around to face him.
"How can you say 'don't make this harder than it is' huh? Because what, this is easy for me? Oh, my boyfriend wants to screw around with some other girl, but it's all good? No! It's not!"
"Miranda--"
"God! J-just go!" she yelled at him. "I'm not going to get in the way of you being happy…even if it's not with me."
They had been together for four months by that time. It wasn't exactly love what they felt for each other, but they did care deeply for one another and were in a very serious and committed relationship. The last thing any of them thought was that they would break up so soon.
"Miranda!" Lizzie had squealed as she saw her best friend. They were both finally back in their hometown of Hillridge, and had agreed to see each other first thing. Lizzie was especially excited to see her best friend because she had very excited news to share. They had decided to meet up at Lizzie's house like old times and catch up.
"Ay Lizzie! It's so good to see you!" Miranda told her, sighing as they embraced. "How are you? How is Eddie?" Edward Curtis, better known as Eddie, had been Lizzie's boyfriend for the past year.
"Oh, he's fine. I'm fine. We're all great," Lizzie said giddily. "And I can't stop smiling…oh my God." She took a seat on the couch next to Miranda.
"He makes you happy, doesn't he?"
"Yes, yes he does! So much!" Lizzie told her, never losing her smile. She took her purse and pulled out a small envelope. "Here. I wanted you to be one of the first…"
"Lizzie, what is this?"
"Open it."
Slowly Miranda opened the envelope and pulled out the small, fancy pink laced card that was inside. As she read over it her eyes grew wider and exclaimed, "Oh my God Lizzie! You-you-you're getting married!"
All Lizzie could do was nod her head with excitement as she embraced her best friend once again.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Miranda asked.
"I just wanted to wait until everything was for certain, because…that's not the only thing…" Miranda's face grew puzzled as she awaited for Lizzie to tell her what was going on. "I'm pregnant."
"What? Wow! How far along are you?"
"Seven weeks."
"Lizzie, this is amazing! I can't believe it. You're getting married and you're going to have a baby too…I'm so happy for you! This is unbelievable. As my best friend, you deserve all the happiness in the world, trust me."
"But that's not all…"
"Lizzie, what else could there possibly be that you need to tell me?" Miranda laughed.
"Well…I want you to be my maid of honor."
All Miranda could do was just look at Lizzie blankly.
"Miranda, did you hear me? I want you to be my maid of honor!" Lizzie repeated to her best friend once more as she shook her, trying to get her attention.
"Uh, um. Yeah, yeah. I heard you. But I, um…I-I, I can't. Uh, I, I gotta go…" Miranda managed to get out as she quickly got up from the couch and headed for the door.
"Miranda!"
It was too late, she was gone.
The time with Lizzie was especially painful, as pleasant as it may have seemed. It just brought many realities to Miranda's world, making it really hard for her to cope with them on top of everything else that was going on around her. She just couldn't bare with it all.
"Miranda, what are you doing?" Miranda's mother, Daniella Sanchez, questioned her daughter.
There Miranda stood, over her bed, throwing in several things from her closet into a suitcase. Most of the things she didn't even care to fold, she just threw into the suitcase and quickly headed for something else.
As she threw more clothing into her suitcase Miranda simply told her mother, "I'm leaving."
"What? Pero mija, where? Why?" Ms. Sanchez asked in confusion. She couldn't fathom why her daughter had wanted to leave all of a sudden, without warning, to leave everything behind.
"I-I-I just can't stay here anymore," her daughter let out as she held a bag and threw all her things from her vanity table into them. "I'm going to New York."
"But how? You can't just make a decision like this on a spur of the moment…on a whim. You need to think this through!"
"Mami," Miranda started, as she zipped up her suitcase and then walked over to her mother. "I've already made my decision. I'm taking the 9:35am to Las Vegas, and from there I take the 11:50am to New York. I've already reserved my tickets."
"But how are you going to be taken care of? You need to stay here where--"
"I'll be taken care of well in New York…please, don't worry mami."
"I can't let you go mija…"
"Please, can you just give me a hug and a kiss and say 'goodbye'?" Miranda sadly asked her mother. "I wanna get a head start on getting out of here…"
"Mija…"
Miranda wrapped her arms around her mother and hugged her tightly, releasing a few tears in the process. She whispered, "I love you mami," into her mother's ear.
"I love you too Miranda," Daniella told her daughter as she grabbed her things. "And just promise me…promise me, you'll come back to me, alive."
'…Promise me, you'll come back to me, alive.' Those words echoed in Miranda's ears. To come back to her, alive? She sighed. That's something none of us could ever guarantee, because life was so unpredictable. She only wished that she could comply with that promise to her mother.
The taxi that carried Miranda suddenly made a stop after reaching 46 East 12th street, which laid between Broadway and University Avenues in Manhattan. She quickly looked out the window, onto the building labeled 46, staring at its ten floors.
"That'll be $33 ma'am. Flat rate from JFK," the cabbie told Miranda. She quickly reached into her purse and handed him three ten dollar bills and three dollar bills.
Just before zipping up her purse once again she handed him another three dollars. "Tip," she told him with a bit of a smile.
"Thank you," he responded as he got out of the cab. She did the same and followed him to the trunk. There he pulled out her suitcase and told her, "have a good night ma'am."
She gave him a half smile as she took her suitcase and trotted it pass a motorcycle that separated her from the block in which the building lied. Once she made it through, she made her way through the building's entrance, onto the elevator, and onto the third floor.
"Apartment thirty-two…thirty-two" she told herself as she lugged her suitcase through the hall of the building. When she finally found the apartment she was looking for, she set her suitcase down, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
After about a minute the door creaked open, and on the other side stood a very surprised male. His piercing blue eyes drew wide and his lips let out a "Miranda!"
Once she saw him Miranda couldn't help but smile at his unforgettable presence. "Um, hey Gordo."
a/n well, thats all, hope yall review and tell me what yall think. i have chap two down, pero, ill see if yall wanna check it out ;) -joa
It's About, Life
Chapter 1:
The yellow taxi slowly made its way down third avenue, one of New York City's many busy streets. It was pouring on the surfaces of the taxi and the heavy rain's humidity fogged up the windows. The skies were gray and roaring with thunder, it definitely being one of those days in which it was best to stay home and admire the rain from the inside.
Inside the taxi sat a very exhausted Miranda Sanchez, who, if it wasn't for the various city lights and noises making their way into the vehicle, would be sleeping at the moment after a very long day. But, her thoughts could not focus on the fact that she was in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, or on how wonderful the smell of the rain was and its timeless beauty. Her mind was still focused on past events that had gone on in her home state of California, as much as many of those memories she would love to forget.
At a time, things had been going so well back in California. Miranda was attending the University of California at Berkeley, majoring in Music Performance, and living on campus, only about and hour and a half away from home in Hillridge. She loved the school, she loved her classes, she loved the town, she loved everything about her life. Truly, if you asked her if she could imagine her life anywhere else, she wouldn't be able to answer. Like true best friends, her and her long time best friend Elizabeth McGuire, better known as Lizzie, still kept in contact. They called each other about every other day and made it a point to see each other at least once a month during the school year. Lizzie attended the University of California at Los Angeles, her dream school. There she was majoring in Social Welfare, determined to find a way to fix the world. She was still Lizzie. So things were going well--before.
So many memories that Miranda would love to forget, but at the moment were all she could really think about…
Miranda sat patiently as she waited for the doctor to come back into the room. Deep down inside she was nervous about what news he had to tell her, but she didn't want to show that on the exterior. So she sat there, waiting for Dr. Louise Martin to come back with whatever news she had to tell her, maybe news that could possibly change her life.
Finally the doctor made her way back, and slowly took her seat in front of Miranda. Looking directly at her patient she removed her glasses, set them at the top of her head, and then folded her hands. She began, "now Miranda, I would just like to say that these results are completely accurate." She sighed. "And if you would like a second opinion, I would understand."
After those words, Miranda couldn't take looking at her doctor anymore. She was afraid of what she was about to tell her next. From what she had just said, she knew that whatever was to come next couldn't be good at all. One million and one possibilities ran through her mind as to what would be said next. She raised her head to look at the doctor once again, already with tears welled up in her eyes, just out of fear about what she was about to hear. "Even though I might regret asking this in the near future…I know that you're going to tell me anyway. So, um, the results…the results said--"
"Yes, they're in. It's confirmed, you…"
Miranda couldn't bear to even have that memory in her head. Just remembering that meeting with the doctor brought a pain to her heart and tears to her eyes. Since that time her life completely changed, and she had been living with those results ever since.
After a long tiring day Miranda found herself walking back home. She needed some rest and couldn't wait until she reached her room for a quick nap. As she approached her home she found her boyfriend on the front porch. He went by the name of Michael Cruz and they had been dating for three months after meeting at UC Berkeley's choral group. "Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked him.
"Oh, hey, I was just waiting for you…" he had told her as he grabbed both her hands and gave her a kiss. "I, uh, was hoping we could talk."
"Talk?" she questioned.
"Yeah, is that, uh, OK?" he asked her, trying to approach things carefully.
"Oh, yeah. Sure," Miranda tried to smile. "Um, sit down."
As they both sat down Michael took in a deep breath and took his time trying to choose his words carefully while looking into his girlfriend's eyes. "Uh, Miranda, I been doing a lot of thinking lately…"
"Yeah, about what?"
"About us. And…I think we should see other people…"
Quickly Miranda's brows shot down and she took back her hands from his grip. "What do you mean, 'see other people' Michael? There's no one else I want to 'see' but you!"
He explained by saying, "it means that…I've found someone else."
She could not believe what she was hearing. The only man she wanted to be with had just told her that he did not want to be with her anymore. That he wanted to see other people, and he had already found that other person. With everything that she had been going through lately, she always thought that he would be able to rely back on him for comfort. But it seemed as though she had been mistaken.
Miranda folded her arms, got up, and asked, "is she pretty?" She tried to hide the fact that she was hurt and that tears had already welled up in her eyes, because she didn't want him to see her "be weak."
"Miranda, come on, don't make this harder than it is…" Michael tried to tell her as he came up behind her and attempted to put his arms around her, but she quickly shoved them off and turned around to face him.
"How can you say 'don't make this harder than it is' huh? Because what, this is easy for me? Oh, my boyfriend wants to screw around with some other girl, but it's all good? No! It's not!"
"Miranda--"
"God! J-just go!" she yelled at him. "I'm not going to get in the way of you being happy…even if it's not with me."
They had been together for four months by that time. It wasn't exactly love what they felt for each other, but they did care deeply for one another and were in a very serious and committed relationship. The last thing any of them thought was that they would break up so soon.
"Miranda!" Lizzie had squealed as she saw her best friend. They were both finally back in their hometown of Hillridge, and had agreed to see each other first thing. Lizzie was especially excited to see her best friend because she had very excited news to share. They had decided to meet up at Lizzie's house like old times and catch up.
"Ay Lizzie! It's so good to see you!" Miranda told her, sighing as they embraced. "How are you? How is Eddie?" Edward Curtis, better known as Eddie, had been Lizzie's boyfriend for the past year.
"Oh, he's fine. I'm fine. We're all great," Lizzie said giddily. "And I can't stop smiling…oh my God." She took a seat on the couch next to Miranda.
"He makes you happy, doesn't he?"
"Yes, yes he does! So much!" Lizzie told her, never losing her smile. She took her purse and pulled out a small envelope. "Here. I wanted you to be one of the first…"
"Lizzie, what is this?"
"Open it."
Slowly Miranda opened the envelope and pulled out the small, fancy pink laced card that was inside. As she read over it her eyes grew wider and exclaimed, "Oh my God Lizzie! You-you-you're getting married!"
All Lizzie could do was nod her head with excitement as she embraced her best friend once again.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Miranda asked.
"I just wanted to wait until everything was for certain, because…that's not the only thing…" Miranda's face grew puzzled as she awaited for Lizzie to tell her what was going on. "I'm pregnant."
"What? Wow! How far along are you?"
"Seven weeks."
"Lizzie, this is amazing! I can't believe it. You're getting married and you're going to have a baby too…I'm so happy for you! This is unbelievable. As my best friend, you deserve all the happiness in the world, trust me."
"But that's not all…"
"Lizzie, what else could there possibly be that you need to tell me?" Miranda laughed.
"Well…I want you to be my maid of honor."
All Miranda could do was just look at Lizzie blankly.
"Miranda, did you hear me? I want you to be my maid of honor!" Lizzie repeated to her best friend once more as she shook her, trying to get her attention.
"Uh, um. Yeah, yeah. I heard you. But I, um…I-I, I can't. Uh, I, I gotta go…" Miranda managed to get out as she quickly got up from the couch and headed for the door.
"Miranda!"
It was too late, she was gone.
The time with Lizzie was especially painful, as pleasant as it may have seemed. It just brought many realities to Miranda's world, making it really hard for her to cope with them on top of everything else that was going on around her. She just couldn't bare with it all.
"Miranda, what are you doing?" Miranda's mother, Daniella Sanchez, questioned her daughter.
There Miranda stood, over her bed, throwing in several things from her closet into a suitcase. Most of the things she didn't even care to fold, she just threw into the suitcase and quickly headed for something else.
As she threw more clothing into her suitcase Miranda simply told her mother, "I'm leaving."
"What? Pero mija, where? Why?" Ms. Sanchez asked in confusion. She couldn't fathom why her daughter had wanted to leave all of a sudden, without warning, to leave everything behind.
"I-I-I just can't stay here anymore," her daughter let out as she held a bag and threw all her things from her vanity table into them. "I'm going to New York."
"But how? You can't just make a decision like this on a spur of the moment…on a whim. You need to think this through!"
"Mami," Miranda started, as she zipped up her suitcase and then walked over to her mother. "I've already made my decision. I'm taking the 9:35am to Las Vegas, and from there I take the 11:50am to New York. I've already reserved my tickets."
"But how are you going to be taken care of? You need to stay here where--"
"I'll be taken care of well in New York…please, don't worry mami."
"I can't let you go mija…"
"Please, can you just give me a hug and a kiss and say 'goodbye'?" Miranda sadly asked her mother. "I wanna get a head start on getting out of here…"
"Mija…"
Miranda wrapped her arms around her mother and hugged her tightly, releasing a few tears in the process. She whispered, "I love you mami," into her mother's ear.
"I love you too Miranda," Daniella told her daughter as she grabbed her things. "And just promise me…promise me, you'll come back to me, alive."
'…Promise me, you'll come back to me, alive.' Those words echoed in Miranda's ears. To come back to her, alive? She sighed. That's something none of us could ever guarantee, because life was so unpredictable. She only wished that she could comply with that promise to her mother.
The taxi that carried Miranda suddenly made a stop after reaching 46 East 12th street, which laid between Broadway and University Avenues in Manhattan. She quickly looked out the window, onto the building labeled 46, staring at its ten floors.
"That'll be $33 ma'am. Flat rate from JFK," the cabbie told Miranda. She quickly reached into her purse and handed him three ten dollar bills and three dollar bills.
Just before zipping up her purse once again she handed him another three dollars. "Tip," she told him with a bit of a smile.
"Thank you," he responded as he got out of the cab. She did the same and followed him to the trunk. There he pulled out her suitcase and told her, "have a good night ma'am."
She gave him a half smile as she took her suitcase and trotted it pass a motorcycle that separated her from the block in which the building lied. Once she made it through, she made her way through the building's entrance, onto the elevator, and onto the third floor.
"Apartment thirty-two…thirty-two" she told herself as she lugged her suitcase through the hall of the building. When she finally found the apartment she was looking for, she set her suitcase down, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
After about a minute the door creaked open, and on the other side stood a very surprised male. His piercing blue eyes drew wide and his lips let out a "Miranda!"
Once she saw him Miranda couldn't help but smile at his unforgettable presence. "Um, hey Gordo."
a/n well, thats all, hope yall review and tell me what yall think. i have chap two down, pero, ill see if yall wanna check it out ;) -joa