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Lizzie McGuire characters. This cast is copyrighted under Disney®.
(In this story, the cast is sixteen years old. I know that people go to different highschools, but please try to get over the fact that all the characters in Lizzie McGuire are still in Hilldridge High School.)
Just Three Feet Away
"What are you saying, Gordo?" Lizzie looked at him.
"I.I'm saying you're just not that athletically coordinated! Why
don't you stick to fashion? I'm sure if I was a girl I'd say you were
good at that." Lizzie smiled, and looked at her clothing. A black tank top with lips on it, red acid wash flare jeans, a black visor, and many silver bracelets. Then she looked at Miranda. A white tee-shirt with a faded American flag, a blue denim skirt, and white leather boots.
"Yeah, we are pretty good at that.but what's wrong with me trying out for the volleyball team?" she said, taking a spoonful of her pudding.
"Hey dorkwads," That wasn't Gordo or Miranda. Kate Sanders stood infront of them, her pink shirt practically blinding them. "I just wanted to tell you that you are not getting on the volleyball team. I saw your name on the signup sheet, Dorkie McGuire, and volleyball is almost as cool as cheerleading. There is no way you are getting in, because I, yes moi, am on the judging panel."
"Since when did you like volleyball?" Miranda smirked.
"I always did, Nerderanda. I just never liked those stupid baggy uniforms.but now that they changed them to shorts that are actually rollable, Claire and I and all the other popular girls are joining.not you."
"Uh.don't you have some shorts to be rolling, then?" Lizzie replied.
"Hmph!" Kate strolled away.
"Anyway.okay, so I might not try out!" Lizzie yelled.
Miranda smiled. "Changing the subject," she said before Gordo interrupted: "Yes! Change of subject!" Miranda ignored him and continued. "Did you hear about the murderings downtown? That is really freaky."
"Yeah," Lizzie said, "but that's downtown. Things like that happen downtown. Not here. Anyway, it's Friday, and next week is the last day of school. I'm free tonight, how about coming over?"
"Sure." "Yup."
(In this story, the cast is sixteen years old. I know that people go to different highschools, but please try to get over the fact that all the characters in Lizzie McGuire are still in Hilldridge High School.)
Just Three Feet Away
"What are you saying, Gordo?" Lizzie looked at him.
"I.I'm saying you're just not that athletically coordinated! Why
don't you stick to fashion? I'm sure if I was a girl I'd say you were
good at that." Lizzie smiled, and looked at her clothing. A black tank top with lips on it, red acid wash flare jeans, a black visor, and many silver bracelets. Then she looked at Miranda. A white tee-shirt with a faded American flag, a blue denim skirt, and white leather boots.
"Yeah, we are pretty good at that.but what's wrong with me trying out for the volleyball team?" she said, taking a spoonful of her pudding.
"Hey dorkwads," That wasn't Gordo or Miranda. Kate Sanders stood infront of them, her pink shirt practically blinding them. "I just wanted to tell you that you are not getting on the volleyball team. I saw your name on the signup sheet, Dorkie McGuire, and volleyball is almost as cool as cheerleading. There is no way you are getting in, because I, yes moi, am on the judging panel."
"Since when did you like volleyball?" Miranda smirked.
"I always did, Nerderanda. I just never liked those stupid baggy uniforms.but now that they changed them to shorts that are actually rollable, Claire and I and all the other popular girls are joining.not you."
"Uh.don't you have some shorts to be rolling, then?" Lizzie replied.
"Hmph!" Kate strolled away.
"Anyway.okay, so I might not try out!" Lizzie yelled.
Miranda smiled. "Changing the subject," she said before Gordo interrupted: "Yes! Change of subject!" Miranda ignored him and continued. "Did you hear about the murderings downtown? That is really freaky."
"Yeah," Lizzie said, "but that's downtown. Things like that happen downtown. Not here. Anyway, it's Friday, and next week is the last day of school. I'm free tonight, how about coming over?"
"Sure." "Yup."
