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Lizzie McGuire sat at a table in a empty apartment and sipped on some coffee. Her blonde hair was messy and up in a sloppy bun. Lizzie was 28, and living with her bestfriend/roomate. She was never married. Marrige just never crossed her mind after she broke up with her boyfriend when she was 18. She thought he was the perfect man for her. But she was wrong. She thought of their relationship like a big cake. You enjoy it while its there but after a while your done with it you get sick of it. She stared out the window, over looking the park. She saw a couple sitting on the bench and two little kids flying a kite. She felt a breeze from behind her.
"Hey!" Miranda, her roomate and bestfriend, said as she walked in with a shopping bag in her right hand. "Wow, it's such a beautiful spring day! How can you just sit inside and do nothing?" She said, flipping the lightswitch to the kitchen.
"I don't know. I'm just not in the mood to do anything." Lizzie sighed and took a sip of the drops of coffee left in her coffee cup.
"What time did you wake up?" Miranda asked, setting her stuff, next to the counter.
Lizzie shrugged, "Around 12, I'm guessing." She looked over her shoulder and saw Miranda taking her newly bought clothes out of the bag. "When did you go shopping?"
"I woke up this morning around 9 and I went for alittle walk and I saw Mrs. Stier walking her dog, and she told me about the sale at The Limited, so I came back home, took a shower and looked around at the mall. I was going to wake you, but I didn't want to take the chance." She said, laughing.
Lizzie nodded and took another sip, but realized she drank all her coffee. She set her cup down and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. Miranda left the kitchen, she could hear the clicking of her boots against the hard wood floor. She noticed the stack of mail and reached for it, knowing it would only be junk, since she lost touch of most of her friends and no one knew where she lived. She knew some people knew the address of their apartment, because Miranda told them, but no one knew that they lived together. She threw the junk mail on the floor and put the issue of "Glam Girl" magazine on her lap. Junk, junk, junk, she thought. she stopped throwing the mail when she noticed a envelope that had a label, "10 year highschool reunion!" She threw the other envelopes on the ground and opened the envelope. She read the letter:
Dear Miranda Sanchez,
I'd like to invite you to join the 10 Year Hillridge Highschool Reunion! It would be a pleasure if you could make it. It will be on Friday, May 25, 2017, and will be held in the highschools gym. Please come of you can! It will be an exciting experience to meet and see old friends again and remember others. Don't miss out!
Thank you,
Mr. John Stevens
P.S. Wear something formal, like you would wear to a prom.
` P.S.S. Miranda, I know you and Lizzie still keep in touch. If you see her do you think you could ask her to come? We couldn't get ahold of her or her address. Thanks.
A reunion? The thought shocked her. She hadn't seen these people in 10 years! After she graduated highschool she moved out of the state and lived in Hawaii. She came back 3 years later and she and Miranda got back together. They were roommates for awhile. So far, Miranda was her only friend.
"Miranda?" She said, knocking on the door and slitly opened it.
Miranda held up her index finger that meant 'hold on a minute'. She stood at the door with her arms across her chest and the letter cluched in her hand.
"Yes, yes, I will try too. Thanks. Of course. Thank you so much! Okay, bye." She hung up the phone and turned around. "What's up?"
"This." Lizzie said, as she sat on the bed. She watched Miranda scim the letter and she folded it, like it was folded the way it was sent.
It was quiet for a minute. "Are you going to go. I mean, it could be a nice experience.." Miranda said, breaking the silence.
She twiddled her thumbs and frowned. "What if, you know.. is there?" She didn't look up, she kept looking at the floor, not blinking. It was silent again.
"Lizzie. It's going to be okay, who cares if you see him?" She said as she scooted alittle closer to her and put her hand on her shoulder. She didn't say anything. Thoughts raced around her head and she felt a tear drop go down her face.
"Do you think I should go?" Lizzie asked, wiping the tear. Miranda ran her fingers through my hair.
"Of course Lizzie! It will be fun! Seeing everyone again, should be exciting." She replied.
"I'll think about it." Lizzie said, she got up, left the room and headed towards her room. Miranda, still sitting on the bed, stared at the ring on her finger. She stared at the picture on the drawer. It wasn't a engagment ring, it was a promise ring from her boyfriend. He was in the marienes and he promised to be back, in time for their engagment. She wasn't sure if he was going to propose to her, but she had a feeling it was going to be.. soon.
Lizzie walked into her room and shut the door behind her. Her room was comferting to her. She walked to her bed and layed on her stomach. She closed her eyes, and thought about her old friends. Kate, of course was going to be married to Ethan. She's probably a rich model or actress, or something to fit her oh-so perfect life. Ethan, her old and crazy crush! He's probably still dumb, and cute! Larry, even though he was weird and no one liked him, he was still the sweet Larry. Maybe he's a scientist or a brain surgeon. Gordo. Her eyes opened when she thought of his name. She cluched her pillow and looked at her alarm clock. It said 3:45 in bright red. She looked at the picture of her, Miranda, and Gordo, in their senior year. They were so happy back then. She missed being the trio. His name echoed through my head. She turned on her stomach and stared at the ceiling. "Maybe I should go." she said to herself. She closed her eyes and after awhile, she drifted to sleep.
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Lizzie McGuire sat at a table in a empty apartment and sipped on some coffee. Her blonde hair was messy and up in a sloppy bun. Lizzie was 28, and living with her bestfriend/roomate. She was never married. Marrige just never crossed her mind after she broke up with her boyfriend when she was 18. She thought he was the perfect man for her. But she was wrong. She thought of their relationship like a big cake. You enjoy it while its there but after a while your done with it you get sick of it. She stared out the window, over looking the park. She saw a couple sitting on the bench and two little kids flying a kite. She felt a breeze from behind her.
"Hey!" Miranda, her roomate and bestfriend, said as she walked in with a shopping bag in her right hand. "Wow, it's such a beautiful spring day! How can you just sit inside and do nothing?" She said, flipping the lightswitch to the kitchen.
"I don't know. I'm just not in the mood to do anything." Lizzie sighed and took a sip of the drops of coffee left in her coffee cup.
"What time did you wake up?" Miranda asked, setting her stuff, next to the counter.
Lizzie shrugged, "Around 12, I'm guessing." She looked over her shoulder and saw Miranda taking her newly bought clothes out of the bag. "When did you go shopping?"
"I woke up this morning around 9 and I went for alittle walk and I saw Mrs. Stier walking her dog, and she told me about the sale at The Limited, so I came back home, took a shower and looked around at the mall. I was going to wake you, but I didn't want to take the chance." She said, laughing.
Lizzie nodded and took another sip, but realized she drank all her coffee. She set her cup down and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. Miranda left the kitchen, she could hear the clicking of her boots against the hard wood floor. She noticed the stack of mail and reached for it, knowing it would only be junk, since she lost touch of most of her friends and no one knew where she lived. She knew some people knew the address of their apartment, because Miranda told them, but no one knew that they lived together. She threw the junk mail on the floor and put the issue of "Glam Girl" magazine on her lap. Junk, junk, junk, she thought. she stopped throwing the mail when she noticed a envelope that had a label, "10 year highschool reunion!" She threw the other envelopes on the ground and opened the envelope. She read the letter:
Dear Miranda Sanchez,
I'd like to invite you to join the 10 Year Hillridge Highschool Reunion! It would be a pleasure if you could make it. It will be on Friday, May 25, 2017, and will be held in the highschools gym. Please come of you can! It will be an exciting experience to meet and see old friends again and remember others. Don't miss out!
Thank you,
Mr. John Stevens
P.S. Wear something formal, like you would wear to a prom.
` P.S.S. Miranda, I know you and Lizzie still keep in touch. If you see her do you think you could ask her to come? We couldn't get ahold of her or her address. Thanks.
A reunion? The thought shocked her. She hadn't seen these people in 10 years! After she graduated highschool she moved out of the state and lived in Hawaii. She came back 3 years later and she and Miranda got back together. They were roommates for awhile. So far, Miranda was her only friend.
"Miranda?" She said, knocking on the door and slitly opened it.
Miranda held up her index finger that meant 'hold on a minute'. She stood at the door with her arms across her chest and the letter cluched in her hand.
"Yes, yes, I will try too. Thanks. Of course. Thank you so much! Okay, bye." She hung up the phone and turned around. "What's up?"
"This." Lizzie said, as she sat on the bed. She watched Miranda scim the letter and she folded it, like it was folded the way it was sent.
It was quiet for a minute. "Are you going to go. I mean, it could be a nice experience.." Miranda said, breaking the silence.
She twiddled her thumbs and frowned. "What if, you know.. is there?" She didn't look up, she kept looking at the floor, not blinking. It was silent again.
"Lizzie. It's going to be okay, who cares if you see him?" She said as she scooted alittle closer to her and put her hand on her shoulder. She didn't say anything. Thoughts raced around her head and she felt a tear drop go down her face.
"Do you think I should go?" Lizzie asked, wiping the tear. Miranda ran her fingers through my hair.
"Of course Lizzie! It will be fun! Seeing everyone again, should be exciting." She replied.
"I'll think about it." Lizzie said, she got up, left the room and headed towards her room. Miranda, still sitting on the bed, stared at the ring on her finger. She stared at the picture on the drawer. It wasn't a engagment ring, it was a promise ring from her boyfriend. He was in the marienes and he promised to be back, in time for their engagment. She wasn't sure if he was going to propose to her, but she had a feeling it was going to be.. soon.
Lizzie walked into her room and shut the door behind her. Her room was comferting to her. She walked to her bed and layed on her stomach. She closed her eyes, and thought about her old friends. Kate, of course was going to be married to Ethan. She's probably a rich model or actress, or something to fit her oh-so perfect life. Ethan, her old and crazy crush! He's probably still dumb, and cute! Larry, even though he was weird and no one liked him, he was still the sweet Larry. Maybe he's a scientist or a brain surgeon. Gordo. Her eyes opened when she thought of his name. She cluched her pillow and looked at her alarm clock. It said 3:45 in bright red. She looked at the picture of her, Miranda, and Gordo, in their senior year. They were so happy back then. She missed being the trio. His name echoed through my head. She turned on her stomach and stared at the ceiling. "Maybe I should go." she said to herself. She closed her eyes and after awhile, she drifted to sleep.