Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in the Lizzie McGuire show. I bet you didn't know that!
A/N: Yep, yet another story. Maybe I'm getting in way over my head, but this story shouldn't be the longest one in the world. So, I'm gonna give it the old American try. Please tell me what you think. The characters might be slightly out of character, but I don't know.
Here I am, Lizzie McGuire, writing about my experiences with people throughout my life. Some of them are really bad experiences, but probably ones that taught me something more about people. Things both good and bad, that I might've never wanted to know or feel before, but felt none the less. Lesson for today: Never take a person for granted. Next thing you know, they might be gone. This is the biggest mistake anyone could make, and when I it's made, it's regretted forever.
David Gordon was someone that I had grown up with, someone that I had taken for granted too many days in my life. I never quite knew my feelings for him until it was too late. Ever since the day we were born, had we known each other. Heck! I wouldn't be surprised if we had known each other before that. Our families both had interaction, and naturally, we both became fast friends. He was dubbed with the nickname, "Gordo." I still can't remember where he got that one, but it kind of stuck with him, and is still used today. We were friends, but I can't really say what the position was for both of us. We weren't the best of friends, but not the worst of friends. He was someone that I'd talk to, but no one I took seriously, and frankly, I took him for granted.
A pivotal moment in my life was when Miranda Sanchez entered the picture. She was bright, funny, and pretty. She seemed to be very shy when she first came to our school, and I wasn't sure what to think of her. One thing I noticed though was that Gordo appeared to have the hots for her. I'd see him in his desk, every once in a while taking glances at her. He had an apparent interest in this new girl. I thought, "Nope! No way that this girl is entering the picture!" I had my mind set on not having her ever become my friend and butt into my friendship with Gordo. But apparently, Gordo had a different idea. First chance he got, he asked the girl her name, and where she had come from. She acted really shy, but responded in a quiet voice. "Sure, fine," I thought. The next thing I knew, he had asked her to sit with us at lunch.
At lunchtime, I figured out that this girl was pretty cool. I decided to give her a chance, and we became friends almost instantly. We had almost everything in common, and it appeared that I had at last found my soul mate. We hung out almost every week, and at summer's vacation, we exchanged information. We visited each other regularly, and to tell the truth, I near forgot all of my times with Gordo. They seemed so far away, and I rarely saw him or talked to him anymore. Miranda really didn't care either way. She seemed to be uncomfortable around Gordo, and so I decided not to really interact with him that much. Sad to say, I didn't miss our previous times together, and didn't give them any thought. He was almost like someone of the past whom I didn't care for anymore: smeone who didn't mean anything to me. I treated him like he didn't exist.
Meanwhile, my friendship with Miranda became stronger, and she was at the time, the best friend I had ever had. She told me that I was her best friend too. We did the whole friendship bracelet thing, and surprising to me, she told me that she'd never take hers off. I was very happy that we had become friends. Keep in mind, that it was only a few weeks before I considered her my best friend in the whole world.
I blew Gordo off, and we hardly ever spoke to each other. I didn't even think to see if it bothered him, but I'm sure now that it did. I treated him as if he was invisible for the longest time, and that wasn't right. No person should treat a fellow person like that. I feel that now, that feeling of being invisible. But that's later on in the story. He started hanging out with classmates like Larry Tudgeman. Tudgeman was a...well let's say a different kind of...creature. He was nice, but kind of strange. Anyways, when Gordo started to hang out with people other than myself, I didn't really care. It seemed fine to me. I never paid him any attention anyway. Miranda seemed neutral on the subject. She didn't really care one way or the other. But one thing was for certain...I could still tell that Gordo liked her.
A/N: So was it good, bad, or ok? Please let me know if I should continue. Reviews are always gratefully accepted. If you don't like it, please tell me how I can improve my writing.