Lizzie McGuire

            Lizzie sat at her desk in her bedroom, densely attempting to concentrate on her Algebra homework.  Lizzie had just entered high school, and nothing was going right for her.  She, Gordo, and Miranda had no classes together, and Ethan had a new girlfriend who didn't happen to be named Lizzie.  Life just wasn't fair.  Without Ethan, how was life worth living? 

Just then, the phone rang, and she picked it up.  "Hello," she said.

            "Hey," Miranda said.  "It's me, Miranda."

            "Oh, my gosh, Miranda, I miss you soooooooo much since we've started freshmen year!"

            "I miss you too, but that's not why I called you," Miranda said seriously.

            "Okay," Lizzie said.  "What's it about?  I hope it's not something bad."

            "You see, it is, Lizzie.  In fact…" she said.

            "Click."

            "Miranda?" Lizzie shrieked.  "MIRANDA!  Miranda, this isn't funny!"

            A thousand horrid thoughts ran through Lizzie's brain.  She wasn't used to thinking about kidnapping, or horror, but now she did somehow.  Calm down, Lizzie, she thought.  It was probably just a faulty phone system or something.  Maybe she used the cord phone again, and it didn't hook up right.  Apprehensively, Lizzie started dialing Miranda's home, and Mrs. Sanchez answered.

            "Hello," Mrs. Sanchez said.

            "Hello, this is Lizzie.  May I please speak to Miranda?" Lizzie asked. "I was on the phone with her a minute ago, and we were disconnected."

            "MIRANDA called you?" she asked in pure shock.  "But that's not possible!  She never returned from school."

            "But it's Sunday!" Lizzie exclaimed.  "Where could she be?  Oh my gosh, I'm going to call Gordo now."

            "I already have," Miranda's mother said.  "I told his parents not to tell Gordo."

            Lizzie was taken aback.  "Why?"

            "Because, I don't want you going looking for her.  I think this may be pretty bad," she said.

            Lizzie could hear her crying, and she wished she could do something.  "She was about to tell me something on the phone, but then, nothing."

            "Oh, dear," Mrs. Sanchez said.  "See, I've called every friend she has, even that Ethan boy she's always talking about."

            Normally, Lizzie and Miranda would be embarrassed that their mothers had called Ethan, but this was different.  "Did you try calling the school?" Lizzie asked.

            "Eight times to be exact," she said.  "I have to go.  I'll see you later, Lizzie.  Oh, and don't go looking for Miranda.  You won't find her."

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