Chapter 8: A Little Tenderness
Usually, I hate school. I think I've perfected the art of the excuse. Every day I whine about going, so you can imagine my mom's total surprise when I left early for school today. You see, now I have a reason to go to school…
"Hey, Miranda."
Hello reason!!!! Life rocks. Have I mentioned yet how ridiculously happy I am yet? Well I am. Ridiculously happy, that is.
"Hi, Gordo."
Gordo walked over to me, an excited look on his face. I know that look. It's the look that says "I have a secret and when I tell you, you're going to jump up and smother me with kisses." Well, I may do that anyways, hehehehe. I am such a dork.
"What're you so happy about?"
"Look!" exclaimed Gordo, thrusting the school paper in my face, "read Lizzie's column."
So I read it.
Happy Feet
By Lizzie McGuire
What do you get when you combine 1500 girls, 3000 tap shoes, and 300 choreographers? You get the largest audition for a female pop group that hasn't been seen since the likes of the Spice Girls. Miranda Sanchez was one such competitor at the auditions held this past weekend. After months of training, Miranda, armed with a song and a smile, took the stage in the performance of a lifetime. Will she get called back? The answer is uncertain, but it seems as though Miranda has already won.
Holy cow!!! I'm in the paper and there's a picture of me and AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!! It was then that I jumped on Gordo and kissed him on the cheek.
"This is incredible!!" I cried, "How did…WHEN did…AAAAHHHHH!!!!"
Gordo smiled and proceeded to untangle himself from me. "She wrote it yesterday, and the paper came out this morning."
"I love it, this is so cool, you have no idea!!!" I then kissed Gordo on the cheek again.
Gordo laughed, "I might get some idea if you keep kissing me."
"Oh, sorry about that," I said, positive I was as red as my shirt, "I'm just really excited."
"Did I say I had a problem with it?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a tiny kiss on his nose. "You are SO dumb."
"Ah, you love it," scoffed Gordo.
And I do.
End
Usually, I hate school. I think I've perfected the art of the excuse. Every day I whine about going, so you can imagine my mom's total surprise when I left early for school today. You see, now I have a reason to go to school…
"Hey, Miranda."
Hello reason!!!! Life rocks. Have I mentioned yet how ridiculously happy I am yet? Well I am. Ridiculously happy, that is.
"Hi, Gordo."
Gordo walked over to me, an excited look on his face. I know that look. It's the look that says "I have a secret and when I tell you, you're going to jump up and smother me with kisses." Well, I may do that anyways, hehehehe. I am such a dork.
"What're you so happy about?"
"Look!" exclaimed Gordo, thrusting the school paper in my face, "read Lizzie's column."
So I read it.
Happy Feet
By Lizzie McGuire
What do you get when you combine 1500 girls, 3000 tap shoes, and 300 choreographers? You get the largest audition for a female pop group that hasn't been seen since the likes of the Spice Girls. Miranda Sanchez was one such competitor at the auditions held this past weekend. After months of training, Miranda, armed with a song and a smile, took the stage in the performance of a lifetime. Will she get called back? The answer is uncertain, but it seems as though Miranda has already won.
Holy cow!!! I'm in the paper and there's a picture of me and AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!! It was then that I jumped on Gordo and kissed him on the cheek.
"This is incredible!!" I cried, "How did…WHEN did…AAAAHHHHH!!!!"
Gordo smiled and proceeded to untangle himself from me. "She wrote it yesterday, and the paper came out this morning."
"I love it, this is so cool, you have no idea!!!" I then kissed Gordo on the cheek again.
Gordo laughed, "I might get some idea if you keep kissing me."
"Oh, sorry about that," I said, positive I was as red as my shirt, "I'm just really excited."
"Did I say I had a problem with it?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a tiny kiss on his nose. "You are SO dumb."
"Ah, you love it," scoffed Gordo.
And I do.
End