*Okay, in this story, Miranda realizes something very important about herself.
If you don't like the idea of her being a lesbian, don't read this story!
Part One:
Miranda had trouble getting up that morning.
In fact, she'd had a lot of trouble getting up lately. Why bother? she thought.
There's nothing left for me, anyway.
She didn't know why she was so depressed. Her friends didn't see it: Lizzie
and Gordo were too busy gazing into each other's eyes. Miranda couldn't help
but feel bitter that her friends didn't have time for her now that they'd
been dating. I'm happy for them, she told herself. But they barely talk to
me anymore!
When Miranda got to school, she saw Lizzie at her locker. Alone. How weird.
"Oh, hey, Miranda!" Lizzie called when she spotted her friend. Miranda went over
"Gordo's sick today," Lizzie said automatically. She sighed. "I miss him already."
"Oh," Miranda said. So that's why she's talking to me. Her boyfriend is gone
today.
Lizzie frowned. "Miranda, are you okay?"
Miranda was not okay. She was really pissed. And she wanted to tell Lizzie,
"No, I'm NOT okay. I haven't been okay for a long time. And you just now noticed,
because your loverboy isn't here."
But she didn't say that. Although she was normally confrontational and open,
she just felt too exhausted to care. "I'm fine."
"Oh." Lizzie didn't press any further. She'll probably sniff around for clues,
that's her way, Miranda thought. Until Gordo is better, that is.
The girls went to class, and Kate Sanders went over to them. "Lizzie, where's your
little boy-toy today?"
"He's sick," Lizzie said timidly.
Kate gave up on insulting Lizzie and turned her sights on Miranda. "Wow, Miranda,
you look horrible today!"
"Thanks," Miranda said, walking away. Lizzie went after her, leaving Kate stunned.
Even she could tell that Miranda wasn't right: normally, she's shot back some
nasty comment.
Lizzie decided that enough was enough. "Miranda, what's WRONG? You didn't even
try to fight Kate back there!"
Miranda sat down at her desk and dug into her backpack. "What's the point?" she
blurted out.
Lizzie was shocked. Is Miranda...suicidal? Why didn't I see it before? she thought.
Because I've been so self-centered lately! Stupid me!
"Miranda," Lizzie said softly. "I know I haven't been a very good friend lately.
I'm sorry."
Miranda sighed and looked at her. "It's not about that. Lizzie...I don't KNOW what's
wrong with me. It feels like...something's missing, you know?"
Lizzie didn't know. Her life was perfect. She had a good family, good grades, a sweet
boyfriend. Miranda had a good family, and her grades weren't too bad. And do I even
WANT a boyfriend? she thought.
Ethan Craft walked into the room. Lizzie didn't gush over him like she used to,
now that she and Gordo were together. But Miranda still did. Have I ever really been
attracted to him? she thought. Not really...
Miranda wondered what was going on. She used to want a boyfriend, really bad. Why?
Because everyone eles had one, she thought. But now...it doesn't seem to matter.
Suddenly, the answer was clear. The new girl, Brenda Peters, walked in. Miranda
had become friends with her, and sat with her sometimes when Lizzie and Gordo got
too mushy. Brenda was really pretty: she had a pixie hair cut, dyed blue. Her eyes
were the color of milk chocolate, and huge. She had tan skin, which she confided
in Miranda was due to her addiction to tanning beds. Her clothing was mainly
t-shirts from Salvation Army and Goodwill, and jeans and her "retro" tennis shoes.
She was the coolest person Miranda had ever met.
And just then, Miranda realized that she was in love with her.
Read and review, thanks!
If you don't like the idea of her being a lesbian, don't read this story!
Part One:
Miranda had trouble getting up that morning.
In fact, she'd had a lot of trouble getting up lately. Why bother? she thought.
There's nothing left for me, anyway.
She didn't know why she was so depressed. Her friends didn't see it: Lizzie
and Gordo were too busy gazing into each other's eyes. Miranda couldn't help
but feel bitter that her friends didn't have time for her now that they'd
been dating. I'm happy for them, she told herself. But they barely talk to
me anymore!
When Miranda got to school, she saw Lizzie at her locker. Alone. How weird.
"Oh, hey, Miranda!" Lizzie called when she spotted her friend. Miranda went over
"Gordo's sick today," Lizzie said automatically. She sighed. "I miss him already."
"Oh," Miranda said. So that's why she's talking to me. Her boyfriend is gone
today.
Lizzie frowned. "Miranda, are you okay?"
Miranda was not okay. She was really pissed. And she wanted to tell Lizzie,
"No, I'm NOT okay. I haven't been okay for a long time. And you just now noticed,
because your loverboy isn't here."
But she didn't say that. Although she was normally confrontational and open,
she just felt too exhausted to care. "I'm fine."
"Oh." Lizzie didn't press any further. She'll probably sniff around for clues,
that's her way, Miranda thought. Until Gordo is better, that is.
The girls went to class, and Kate Sanders went over to them. "Lizzie, where's your
little boy-toy today?"
"He's sick," Lizzie said timidly.
Kate gave up on insulting Lizzie and turned her sights on Miranda. "Wow, Miranda,
you look horrible today!"
"Thanks," Miranda said, walking away. Lizzie went after her, leaving Kate stunned.
Even she could tell that Miranda wasn't right: normally, she's shot back some
nasty comment.
Lizzie decided that enough was enough. "Miranda, what's WRONG? You didn't even
try to fight Kate back there!"
Miranda sat down at her desk and dug into her backpack. "What's the point?" she
blurted out.
Lizzie was shocked. Is Miranda...suicidal? Why didn't I see it before? she thought.
Because I've been so self-centered lately! Stupid me!
"Miranda," Lizzie said softly. "I know I haven't been a very good friend lately.
I'm sorry."
Miranda sighed and looked at her. "It's not about that. Lizzie...I don't KNOW what's
wrong with me. It feels like...something's missing, you know?"
Lizzie didn't know. Her life was perfect. She had a good family, good grades, a sweet
boyfriend. Miranda had a good family, and her grades weren't too bad. And do I even
WANT a boyfriend? she thought.
Ethan Craft walked into the room. Lizzie didn't gush over him like she used to,
now that she and Gordo were together. But Miranda still did. Have I ever really been
attracted to him? she thought. Not really...
Miranda wondered what was going on. She used to want a boyfriend, really bad. Why?
Because everyone eles had one, she thought. But now...it doesn't seem to matter.
Suddenly, the answer was clear. The new girl, Brenda Peters, walked in. Miranda
had become friends with her, and sat with her sometimes when Lizzie and Gordo got
too mushy. Brenda was really pretty: she had a pixie hair cut, dyed blue. Her eyes
were the color of milk chocolate, and huge. She had tan skin, which she confided
in Miranda was due to her addiction to tanning beds. Her clothing was mainly
t-shirts from Salvation Army and Goodwill, and jeans and her "retro" tennis shoes.
She was the coolest person Miranda had ever met.
And just then, Miranda realized that she was in love with her.
Read and review, thanks!