k, so here it is... enjoy. remember to review :) btw, don't own anything ;) xoxo nikki
PROLOGUE
They say high school will change you. But for Lizzie McGuire, that wasn't the case. In fact, if you compared the way Lizzie looked now with how she looked a year ago, she would look almost exactly the same. The same thing would happen if it were the way her life was or her personality or her grades or who she was friends with was what was being compared. With a few small exceptions, of course, like the fact that she was a year older and maybe a shoe size bigger, Lizzie was the exact same girl she'd always been.
Her hair was still longe and blonde, her eyes still brown, and the style of clothes Lizzied loved and wore didn't change. She still lived in a four bedroom house with her sometimes embarrassing but always loving parents and her annoying little brother, Matt, who was now twelve. Lizzie was still very friendly yet somewhat shy and self-conscious of everything she did, still overall a good person with a good heart. She still got all As and Bs, mostly Bs (but still). And she was still best friends, of course, with Miranda Sanchez and David Gordon.
With one minor difference: Gordo didn't live in Hillridge anymore.
It had all happened so fast, it all seemed like a blur to Lizzie. She and Gordo had just come back from their school trip to Rome the summer after eighth grade ended, just about to start talking about maybe having a friendship a little more than friendship. The last thing either of them was expecting was to come home to a For Sale sign on Gordo's front lawn, right next door to Lizzie's house. Howard, Gordo's father, had been immediately transferred to New York City, and he was bringing his family with him.
By the time Miranda had made it home to Hillridge from her own summer vacation trip to Mexico City, Gordo was gone. True love had never had its chance. Lizzie's heart was broken and she was a mess for weeks. No amount of midnight chats over hot chocolate with her mom and no amount of sleepovers and mall trips and strawberry banana smoothies with Miranda could fix the first real heartache Lizzie had ever experienced.
And then, slowly, she began to feel better. She cried less and less each day, laughed more and more each day, and eventually adjusted to the fact that Gordo was gone. Even so, every day when she signed online and Gordo's e-mail address popped up in her e-mail box, she coulnd't help letting a little tear slide down her cheek or feeling that little pang in her chest she got when she heard from someone she loved who lived far away. But soon, she was better.
For some odd reason, Lizzie and Gordo had never talked on the phone since the day he left. Maybe because there was never time, or maybe because they both thought it would hurt too much to hear each other's voice again, letting all of those horrible feelings of homesickness for each other come flooding back. They e-mailed each other every day, but never called.
Until one day, almost a year later, on their last day of ninth grade.