NOTE: I DID NOT make up the characters in this story. Although "Lizzie McGuire" is based in the early 20's, my story is created in our time, where the characters are younger than they are if it was reality (if you get what I mean). Enjoy!

Chapter One

Lizzie McGuire stood with her best friend Miranda Sanchez at the side of their lockers. Lizzie played with her golden blonde hair in her fingers, and Miranda done the same with her long glossy black hair. They both were staring down the hall at the cutest boy in school. Ethan Craft. Lizzie and Miranda had died a hundred times every time they saw him. He was standing with his jock friends while he played with a basketball.

"God, he's so cute." Lizzie smiled, watching as he raked his hand through his golden, slicked back hair.

"Oh, tell me about it." Miranda said dreamily.

Suddenly, Lizzie's view of Ethan was interrupted when David Gordon - "Gordo" - for short, stood in front of her. His bushy dark hair blocking Ethan's face.

"Hey, Gordo, out of the way!" Lizzie pushed at him.

"No. We have to talk. All you and Miranda have done is stare at him all day." Gordo complained.

"We have not!" Miranda protested, opening her locker and craning her neck to get another look at Ethan, but he had disappeared from the end of the hall.

Gordo gave them a oh, come on, don't even lie look.

Lizzie sighed. "What do you want?" she said rather bitterly.

"You and I have been paired up for the History project and I need to know what our report is gonna be on." Gordo said.

"Oh." Lizzie opened her locker and pulled out her History notes. "I was thinking about doing it on the Holocaust thingy from World War 2."

Gordo's face lit up. "Aah! I love the Holocaust. I was thinking about doing it on the Jews . . . wait. The Holocaust. Jews . . ."

"Gordo, just stop talking. You can come over tomorrow night if you want to start it." Lizzie told him.

"Why can't I come over tonight?"

"I have to study for my chemistry test."

"Oh, okay. Well, I need to go. Film Class is starting soon. Cya!" Gordo ran off down the hall.

"Bye!" Lizzie and Miranda shouted in unison.

School had ended and Lizzie, Gordo and Miranda were walking home. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining down on their lovely little town, the trees were green, the smell of freshly cut grass attacked their noses.

"Who does she think she is?" Miranda threw her hands up into the air.

"Who?" Lizzie asked in confusion, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Uh, who you think? Kate!" Miranda was dumbfounded at her friend's stupidity.

Lizzie furrowed her brow, "What'd she do this time?"

"Oh, I'll tell you what she did! She told Larry Tudgeman that I was interested in going out with him!"

"Are you interested in him?" Lizzie winked, flashing a smile.

"Ew! No! Blaaah!" Miranda said in disgust.

"Miranda! Again, with the boy talk. How come we can't talk about new movies that are coming out?" Gordo whined, fixing the strap of his bag on his shoulder.

"Because we're girls, Gordo. That's what we do." she gave him a matter-of-factly smile.

"Yeah? Well I'm out. See you guys later." he smiled at Lizzie.

Lizzie waved, "Bye!"

Miranda smirked and waved him away too. They watched as he went down the street and around the corner to his house.

"Well, this seems to be my stop." Miranda said, pointing down the other street.

"Okay. Call me to tonight. And if I don't answer, I'm busy." Lizzie told her.

"No problem. See you tomorrow." Miranda smiled and walked down the street.

Lizzie walked alone now.

Up ahead she could see a bunch of younger kids running around with a Golden Retriever. Old Man Harvey was out in his front yard doing some gardening. And when Lizzie stepped up onto her porch, she swore she could see someone down the street, watching her from behind the bushes.