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Author's Notes: Here's Chapter 2. I'll try to get Chapter 3 up in the next couple of days.
---The Next Day---
Lizzie walked the halls at school, feeling as if everyone was staring at her. Gordo was the only one she told about her parents, but she felt like everyone knew. She didn't even have the courage to tell Miranda yet.
As she opened her locker, she felt a familiar voice calling her. Miranda. She turned around and waved.
"Hey Miranda, what's up?" Lizzie said, trying to make it seem like nothing was wrong. She couldn't tell Miranda. At least not yet.
"Nothing. Oh wow, you are so lucky to be paired up with Gordo for that science project. My partner made me do everything, and I mean everything," Miranda complained. Lizzie laughed. This was exactly what she needed to get her mind off of her parents.
"Yeah I got lucky. So did you finish it?" Lizzie nodded. Miranda nodded, "Eventually."
At that moment, Gordo came up to them. He looked at Lizzie and asked,"Can I speak to you for a second?"
"Sure, what's up?" Lizzie asked, as Miranda left them alone.
"Did you tell Miranda yet?" Gordo asked. Lizzie shook her head.
"You have to tell her. She has a right to know. After all, she is your best friend," Gordo pointed out.
"I know I know, but whenever I think about it I want to start screaming or crying and I know that if I have to explain it to someone else I'll start doing just that," Lizzie sighed.
The bell then rang and everyone hurried to class.
School went by in a blur. Miranda had to go home sick during third period. Lizzie was actually relieved, for the obvious reasons. Gordo and Lizzie actually had the best presentation in the class. That was no surprise to anyone considering Gordo is so smart.
On the bus that day Lizzie sat with Gordo in her seat she usually sat in with Miranda. Gordo knew Lizzie didn't want to talk about her parents, but it had to come up sometime.
"I can come over to your house tonight if you want, so you don't have to worry about your parents all night," Gordy suggested.
"Really? Thanks, that would be really great. I need someone to back me up when I get in a fight with my parents, which will most likely happen," Lizzie said.
"What about Matt?" Gordo asked.
"I think because of everything that's been going on, me and Matt are getting closer. So I have him on my side too," Lizzie said. The bus stopped at their stop and they got off.
"Want me to come over now? My parents won't mind," Gordo suggested. Lizzie nodded.
They walked into Lizzie's house, hearing voices in the kitchen.
"Must be my parents. Just ignore them," Lizzie said. Gordo nodded. They set their backpacks down and went to Lizzie's room.
"I'm going to call Miranda to see if she's ok. You can sit down or whatever," Lizzie told Gordo. Lizzie dialed Miranda's number, but her line was busy.
"Great, just great," Lizzie said sarcastically.
"It's ok, you can talk to her later," Gordo said. Lizzie sighed. She knew this was going to be a long night.
All was quiet at dinner that night. Lizzie never looked up from her plate, and Matt and Gordo only talked when they needed something.
"You know kids, maybe we could go to some fun theme park this summer. Lizzie, you can invite Gordo and Miranda, and Matt you can invite two of your friends," Mrs.McGuire suggested, breaking the silence.
"Maybe," Matt said quietly. Mr and Mrs.McGuire sighed. Things just weren't the same.
"So...Lizzie and Gordo, how did you do on your science project?" Mr.McGuire asked.
"We got an A," Gordo replied.
"That's great," Mrs.McGuire said. Gordo nodded.
Finally, Lizzie looked up from her plate. She sighed.
"Why are you guys talking about everything except what's really on our minds?" Lizzie asked.
"Well, we thought it might be too hard for you two to talk about it," Mr.McGuire replied.
"I'm not a baby anymore. Neither is Matt. So stop treating us like we are," Lizzie said.
"Well we didn't think we were honey. We're just looking out for what's best for you," Mrs.McGuire said, trying to put her hand on Lizzie's arm. Lizzie quickly pulled her arm back.
"I'm not hungry anymore," Lizzie said, although the food on her plate had barely been touched.
"Are you sure? We can make you something..." Mrs.McGuire started.
"No, I'm going to my room," Lizzie said, as she excused herself from the dinner table.
"Should I, you know, go after her?" Gordo asked.
"I think she needs some time to herself, Gordo. I'll drive you home," Mr.Mcguire replied. Matt then got up out of his seat and ran upstairs.
"Our children hate us," Mrs.McGuire said silently. Mr.McGuire sighed, as he and Gordo left the house.
Matt knocked on Lizzie's door. No answer. He knocked again, and finally heard footsteps coming towards the door. Lizzie opened the door, sighed, and let him in.
"Dad's driving Gordo home," Matt told her. Lizzie nodded.
"That's nice."
"You know Lizzie, not everything's about you," Matt said. Lizzie looked at him.
"Excuse me?"
"Mom and dad are worried about how you feel and what you think, because you're making a huge deal about this. I'm mad too. I hate this too. But at least I don't make a big deal about everything," Matt said, almost yelling. He then left the room for his own.
"He's right," Lizzie thought. She fell onto her bed, trying to clear her mind.
To Be Continued.
Author's Notes: Here's Chapter 2. I'll try to get Chapter 3 up in the next couple of days.
---The Next Day---
Lizzie walked the halls at school, feeling as if everyone was staring at her. Gordo was the only one she told about her parents, but she felt like everyone knew. She didn't even have the courage to tell Miranda yet.
As she opened her locker, she felt a familiar voice calling her. Miranda. She turned around and waved.
"Hey Miranda, what's up?" Lizzie said, trying to make it seem like nothing was wrong. She couldn't tell Miranda. At least not yet.
"Nothing. Oh wow, you are so lucky to be paired up with Gordo for that science project. My partner made me do everything, and I mean everything," Miranda complained. Lizzie laughed. This was exactly what she needed to get her mind off of her parents.
"Yeah I got lucky. So did you finish it?" Lizzie nodded. Miranda nodded, "Eventually."
At that moment, Gordo came up to them. He looked at Lizzie and asked,"Can I speak to you for a second?"
"Sure, what's up?" Lizzie asked, as Miranda left them alone.
"Did you tell Miranda yet?" Gordo asked. Lizzie shook her head.
"You have to tell her. She has a right to know. After all, she is your best friend," Gordo pointed out.
"I know I know, but whenever I think about it I want to start screaming or crying and I know that if I have to explain it to someone else I'll start doing just that," Lizzie sighed.
The bell then rang and everyone hurried to class.
School went by in a blur. Miranda had to go home sick during third period. Lizzie was actually relieved, for the obvious reasons. Gordo and Lizzie actually had the best presentation in the class. That was no surprise to anyone considering Gordo is so smart.
On the bus that day Lizzie sat with Gordo in her seat she usually sat in with Miranda. Gordo knew Lizzie didn't want to talk about her parents, but it had to come up sometime.
"I can come over to your house tonight if you want, so you don't have to worry about your parents all night," Gordy suggested.
"Really? Thanks, that would be really great. I need someone to back me up when I get in a fight with my parents, which will most likely happen," Lizzie said.
"What about Matt?" Gordo asked.
"I think because of everything that's been going on, me and Matt are getting closer. So I have him on my side too," Lizzie said. The bus stopped at their stop and they got off.
"Want me to come over now? My parents won't mind," Gordo suggested. Lizzie nodded.
They walked into Lizzie's house, hearing voices in the kitchen.
"Must be my parents. Just ignore them," Lizzie said. Gordo nodded. They set their backpacks down and went to Lizzie's room.
"I'm going to call Miranda to see if she's ok. You can sit down or whatever," Lizzie told Gordo. Lizzie dialed Miranda's number, but her line was busy.
"Great, just great," Lizzie said sarcastically.
"It's ok, you can talk to her later," Gordo said. Lizzie sighed. She knew this was going to be a long night.
All was quiet at dinner that night. Lizzie never looked up from her plate, and Matt and Gordo only talked when they needed something.
"You know kids, maybe we could go to some fun theme park this summer. Lizzie, you can invite Gordo and Miranda, and Matt you can invite two of your friends," Mrs.McGuire suggested, breaking the silence.
"Maybe," Matt said quietly. Mr and Mrs.McGuire sighed. Things just weren't the same.
"So...Lizzie and Gordo, how did you do on your science project?" Mr.McGuire asked.
"We got an A," Gordo replied.
"That's great," Mrs.McGuire said. Gordo nodded.
Finally, Lizzie looked up from her plate. She sighed.
"Why are you guys talking about everything except what's really on our minds?" Lizzie asked.
"Well, we thought it might be too hard for you two to talk about it," Mr.McGuire replied.
"I'm not a baby anymore. Neither is Matt. So stop treating us like we are," Lizzie said.
"Well we didn't think we were honey. We're just looking out for what's best for you," Mrs.McGuire said, trying to put her hand on Lizzie's arm. Lizzie quickly pulled her arm back.
"I'm not hungry anymore," Lizzie said, although the food on her plate had barely been touched.
"Are you sure? We can make you something..." Mrs.McGuire started.
"No, I'm going to my room," Lizzie said, as she excused herself from the dinner table.
"Should I, you know, go after her?" Gordo asked.
"I think she needs some time to herself, Gordo. I'll drive you home," Mr.Mcguire replied. Matt then got up out of his seat and ran upstairs.
"Our children hate us," Mrs.McGuire said silently. Mr.McGuire sighed, as he and Gordo left the house.
Matt knocked on Lizzie's door. No answer. He knocked again, and finally heard footsteps coming towards the door. Lizzie opened the door, sighed, and let him in.
"Dad's driving Gordo home," Matt told her. Lizzie nodded.
"That's nice."
"You know Lizzie, not everything's about you," Matt said. Lizzie looked at him.
"Excuse me?"
"Mom and dad are worried about how you feel and what you think, because you're making a huge deal about this. I'm mad too. I hate this too. But at least I don't make a big deal about everything," Matt said, almost yelling. He then left the room for his own.
"He's right," Lizzie thought. She fell onto her bed, trying to clear her mind.
To Be Continued.