The Memory of Left Behind Ch.3
Dedicated to Cran-Apple juice, because it is amazing how it tastes like apple juice, but also tastes like cranberry juice at the same time.
A/N: I don't know if retain is the right word here.
Lizzie sat quietly in her math class looking at nothing in particular until Gordo walked in. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to retain her composure. Then she heard the teacher say something.
"Uh, yes, everyone we have a transferred student, Mr.David Gordon, he's coming from Ms.Fittelzsworth's math class. That means he is an other side student, so lets be nice. Hmm," The teacher said scanning the room, then his eyes rested on Lizzie. "yes, you can go sit by Ms.McGuire. Liz raise your hand."
Lizzie looked around the room, then slowly, she raised her hand. She didn't need to though. Gordo had already become aware of exactly where she was the second he had walked in the room. Gordo took his seat right next to Lizzie and then he put all his stuff away. He turned his head and gave Lizzie a half smile. She gave him a weak smile back.
'Well,' Lizzie thought to herself, 'atleast we aren't being hostile. But no, Gordo was never hostile to me, he would never had hurt me physically. Or emotionally, on purpose anyway.'
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Gordo kept glancing over at Lizzie. She had smiled at him, sure it had been a weak one, but it was still a smile. 'This is good.' He thought. 'This means we're getting there. Maybe she's forgiven me for...'
But his thoughts were interrupted by the teacher. "We are going to be doing a math project. I know that may sound weird, but I think you all should see how math really is important for life. You are going to be polling people. Meaning, you are going to have charts and ratios and all that wonderful stuff that you all love to hate. However, I have decided that you might not hate me as much if I let you have partners, so I'm going to let the girls pick a guys name from my fishbowl. If you will just give me a second I have to add Mr.Gordon's name in here. Ah okay, lets start with.... Liz, step up here."
Lizzie walked up slowly looking slightly irritated. She reached her hand in and pulled out the name on top. When she had the name in her hands she sort of gave a half smile. Then she quickly turned it into a frown. Turning to the teacher she said, "I have Mr.Gordon."
"Ah, well. Mr.Gordon did you hear that?"
Gordo nodded his head. He heard that, and he also saw that small smile on her face...
A/N: Sorry so Short. And Dylan Shelby how dare you threaten me with American Outlaws. Well, if you take away my outlaws, I might have to just keep your comfy ball of Blue Fluff. IF you know what I mean.
Dedicated to Cran-Apple juice, because it is amazing how it tastes like apple juice, but also tastes like cranberry juice at the same time.
A/N: I don't know if retain is the right word here.
Lizzie sat quietly in her math class looking at nothing in particular until Gordo walked in. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to retain her composure. Then she heard the teacher say something.
"Uh, yes, everyone we have a transferred student, Mr.David Gordon, he's coming from Ms.Fittelzsworth's math class. That means he is an other side student, so lets be nice. Hmm," The teacher said scanning the room, then his eyes rested on Lizzie. "yes, you can go sit by Ms.McGuire. Liz raise your hand."
Lizzie looked around the room, then slowly, she raised her hand. She didn't need to though. Gordo had already become aware of exactly where she was the second he had walked in the room. Gordo took his seat right next to Lizzie and then he put all his stuff away. He turned his head and gave Lizzie a half smile. She gave him a weak smile back.
'Well,' Lizzie thought to herself, 'atleast we aren't being hostile. But no, Gordo was never hostile to me, he would never had hurt me physically. Or emotionally, on purpose anyway.'
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Gordo kept glancing over at Lizzie. She had smiled at him, sure it had been a weak one, but it was still a smile. 'This is good.' He thought. 'This means we're getting there. Maybe she's forgiven me for...'
But his thoughts were interrupted by the teacher. "We are going to be doing a math project. I know that may sound weird, but I think you all should see how math really is important for life. You are going to be polling people. Meaning, you are going to have charts and ratios and all that wonderful stuff that you all love to hate. However, I have decided that you might not hate me as much if I let you have partners, so I'm going to let the girls pick a guys name from my fishbowl. If you will just give me a second I have to add Mr.Gordon's name in here. Ah okay, lets start with.... Liz, step up here."
Lizzie walked up slowly looking slightly irritated. She reached her hand in and pulled out the name on top. When she had the name in her hands she sort of gave a half smile. Then she quickly turned it into a frown. Turning to the teacher she said, "I have Mr.Gordon."
"Ah, well. Mr.Gordon did you hear that?"
Gordo nodded his head. He heard that, and he also saw that small smile on her face...
A/N: Sorry so Short. And Dylan Shelby how dare you threaten me with American Outlaws. Well, if you take away my outlaws, I might have to just keep your comfy ball of Blue Fluff. IF you know what I mean.