[Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire Paula Cole's "I don't want to wait" which this story is named after. I do however own any new characters that I've created. I also own Miranda's thoughts. I also don't own any quotes or songs that I mention.]

[A/N: Okay, this was originally going to be a song fic to another Paula Cole song, but I've changed it from the original idea I had. Anyway, this is set right at the beginning of ninth grade. Okay, enough of my rambling and on with the story!]

"And I don't want to do what
His father and his father and his father did
I want to be here now"- Paula Cole's "I don't want to wait"

The first day of school is the most important day of all along with the last day of school. On the first day of school you want to make a good first good impression on everyone while on the last day you watch the clock that hangs lazily on the wall with such great intensity that you start seeing things. I want to stand out this year from the various trendoids like Kate Sanders who rule the school with an iron fist.

"How was Mexico," you ask.

The most boring experience of my life. Don't get me wrong, it was nice seeing my family I haven't seen since I was about four, but after the happy reunion it got incredibly boring. And if that wasn't torture enough, there was no air conditioning. It was warmer inside than it was outside. Other than that it was better than being locked in a room with Kate Sanders for the whole summer. Now that would be cruel and unusual punishment.

I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are dusted with a smoky eye shadow and lightly lined with a dark liner. I have no foundation on because I'm lucky enough not to get acne. My lips are glossed with a reddish gloss. I think I look good.

I grab my black messenger bag that's adorned with various pins with phrases and bands. A patch with Strawberry Short Cake on it stands out with its light colors against the black color of the bag.

"Mija," my mother yells from the living room. "Do you want me to drive you in?"

"No," I sigh. "I want to take the bus."

"Okay," she says sadly. "Just don't be late! And remember your lunch money!"

"I won't," I respond to her.

I walk out of my dimly lit room and out into the living room where my dad is sitting on the couch reading the morning paper as he half listens to the noise. My mom is right beside him and his arm is wrapped over her shoulder as they snuggle together on the couch.

I walk out side to the front of my house to wait for the bus that will bring me to the hell hole I like to call school. I am going to get so lost today because I didn't even go to the orientation last week because I was still in Mexico.

The yellow school bus can be seen in the distance because of its bright yellow color. I once had a nail polish that was "school bus yellow". It's very odd how they have names like that for make-up. My favorite nail polish is "candy apple red". It's so vibrant and bright, yet again that might say a lot about me as a person.

The bus screeches to a halt in front of my house and I walk up bus stairs. The bus is pretty full, so I'm guessing I'm the last stop on the route. I walk towards the back to see if there are any empty seats. There's one seat with Parker in it and that's about it. I don't relish the fact that I am going to have to sit with Parker. She's a witch. She's a flower child version of Kate, except without the perfectly done hair, make-up, and nails and the curvy body frame.

"Can you move in," I ask as she's busy looking out the window with music blaring from her headphones.

"Huh," she looks at me. "Oh sure, I don't care."

She scoots over and takes off her headphones, "So, did you here the news?"

I roll my eyes, "Did you finally decide that short people are people too?"

She chuckles slightly, "I'm being serious. You of all people should have known that you're best friends hooked up over the class trip to Rome."

What?

It's not that I never expected them to find in love with each other, I just didn't think it would happen so soon. I thought it would happen if Lizzie was getting married to the wrong person and Gordo suddenly confessed his love for her.

I look at her, "You're joking. They would have told me."

She smiles deviously, "You probably don't trust me of all people, but I swear I'm telling the truth. But don't come crying to me when they start ditching you and start acting like little love birds and look into each other's eyes like there's no tomorrow."

She puts her headphones back on and looks out the window. Her eyes are fixated on the various cars that go by the yellow school bus as we approach the hell hole (AKA school). Upperclassmen pile out of their hot rod cars with their arms slung around their significant others. Parker follows behind me for some peculiar reason.

I don't think I'll ever doubt Parker again.

Right in front of my brown eyes are Lizzie and Gordo holding hands. Their fingers are interlaced and they smile at each other and look deeply into their eyes like there's no tomorrow.

Parker lays a hand on my shoulder, "What did I tell you?"

"Miranda," Lizzie squeals as she bounces over to me as she drags Gordo with her. Their fingers are still interlaced and Gordo looks as though he wants to let go from Lizzie's death grip. "How was Mexico?"

"Eh, it was alright," I shrug. "So, it seems as though you guys became an item."

"Yeah! Isn't it great? Gordo is the sweetest guy I know," Lizzie sighs.

I feel like I'm going to throw up at the sight of Lizzie's perkiness.

"Well," Gordo sighs. "What do you have first period?"

I take out my schedule out of the side pocket of my plaid pants, "Uh, I have Earth Science with Fetcher."

Lizzie's perky smile turns into a slight frown, "Oh, that's too bad."

Gordo speaks up, "Yeah, we have Math with Best. I hear Fetcher is kind of odd. That's what Emily says."

Emily is Gordo's next door neighbor who's a year ahead of us. She's really kind of odd, yet she's nice at the same time. I only remember meeting her once because she spends a lot of time inside the house watching her brother because her parents aren't home a lot.

A girl with pink streaks in her hair walks by. She has on a black concert shirt and baggy denim jeans and what's considered skater shoes. Her eyes are brown like the hair wear the streaks aren't placed. The girl looks at my pants and stops in her tracks.

"Hey," she says. "Those are some sexy plaid pants you got on. Where'd you get them?"

"Uh, they were a gift from my friend," I shrug in confusion.

This girl seems to be older; it's probably because of her solid build and her substantial height difference. I can't tell if she's truly being nice or being sarcastic due to the fact that no one has ever called my pants "sexy" before.

"That's too bad, I'd like to get those pants," she smiles. "My name's Heather by the way. Are you guys freshman?"

We nod and she smiles, "I'm a sophomore. I absolutely hated my freshman year in high school. Yet again I'm just starting my sophomore year so I don't really have anything to compare it to. And you guys are…?"

I speak up, "I'm Miranda, this is Lizzie, and this is Gordo."

"Ah, an interesting nickname. I thought it was odd to like being called Heath because it kind of sounded masculine. If you need to know anything about teachers or crap like that just come to me, I don't care."

Heather walks away and Lizzie watches her walk away. I can tell from the expression Lizzie's face that she was probably either freaked out by her or thinks she's an absolute nutcase.

"Talk about weird," Lizzie scoffs. "That girl called your pants 'sexy', god, she must be a freak."

Gordo cuts Lizzie off, "She's just being an individual. There's nothing wrong with that."

Lizzie brushes off the comment and sighs, "What period do you have lunch?"

I look at my crumpled up schedule once again, "Sixth."

"Gordo and I have it seventh," she says sadly. "C'mon Gordo, we got to get to homeroom."

And with that Lizzie drags Gordo into the building. I already feel like the third wheel and the day hasn't even technically begun. If this is any indicator on how my freshman year is going to be like then send me back to the eight grade. I don't want to be ignored because my best friends are going out. When I'm with them I'll feel as though I'm bothering them.

Aw man, if Lizzie got a boyfriend, then is there hope for me? I mean, no guy really has shown lots of romantic interest in Lizzie and if they did, the sparks came to a cease soon after the relationship began.

Cody Pearson asked me out in eight grade, he moved though. Larry asked me out but he's liked almost every girl in the grade. I hope there's hope for me. That sounded really weird. Maybe there's a guy out there for me.

I just don't know. Yet again life is unpredictable and fun, so I'm sure it will be fun looking for someone to call my own.

[A/N: Was this absolutely horrible? Or was it good? Please tell me if I should continue!]