[A/N: This story is an adaptation of William Shakespeare's play "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Obviously, I do not own this play, the storyline, or anything in between. But since I am in no way making a profit off of writing this, I think it islegal. Also, I am not adapting it word-for-word, but do realize that if you've read the book or seen the play, this story will not be any surprise to you. The characters have the same, for lack of a better word, characteristics, and the plot is almost exact. I will probably be doing it for each half of a scene, there will be a chapter.
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Mr. Dig: Oh, Amber. Only four days until the full moon! Only four more days until our wedding day! Methinks how slow this old moon wanes! [He pretends to faint, pitifully.]
Amber: Um, like, don't freak out, sweetie pie! It's like.only four days, and stuff.
Mr. Dig: Principal Tweedy, go! Go announce it to our nation's youth! Stir them up and make them proud! Wake the dead, I don't care! We are gettin' married, baby! [Principal Tweedy exits, looking annoyed.] Amber, do you remember the day we met? I was the one who saved you with my fearlessness from those demons.
Amber: But, babythose were my grandparents.
Mr. Dig: [searching for the right words] WellI'm sure they're verydemons?
[Luckily, Mr. Dig is interrupted by a train of people arriving at his classroom door. Into the room comes Mr. McGuire, Lizzie, Gordo, and Ethan.]
Mr. Dig: Ah, Mr. McGuire. How nice to see you. [Suddenly realizes something.] Uh, why are you here again?
Mr. McGuire: I'm just dropping off the kids.
[Meanwhile, Ethan is pointing his index finger between his two eyes and staring at it.]
Mr. Dig: [Whispers and points to Ethan] Even him?
Mr. McGuire: It was his stepmother's idea. [Mr. Dig shudders.] So, I heard you're getting married! Congratulations! Who's the lucky lady? [Mr. Dig grins, and points over to Amber, who is currently filing her nails and blowing bubbles with her Bubble Yum.] Oh, nice to meet you, uh [Reaches out his hand to shake hers.]
Amber: [Not looking up.] Amber. Amber Stone.
Mr. McGuire: [After a couple seconds, he brings his hand back to his side.] Well, nice to uh, meet you, Amber.
[Lizzie and Gordo, bored with this "adult talk", sit down in their desks. They're sort of early yet. Ethan is still preoccupied with his index finger.]
Mr. Dig: So, how's everything going with you?
Mr. McGuire: Well, I sort of wanted to talk to you about this in private, but I guess there's no use in hiding it. It's about [lowers voice] Lizzie. See, she wants to go out with [whispers] Gordo, but I think that Ethan is much better for her. [Ethan doesn't even look up. He's still fascinated by his finger.] Gordo has been giving her chocolates and teddy bears all month, pleading her to be his girlfriend. And she's been following him! She sneaks out with him at night and does God knows what! He has turned her against me. I think Ethan has enough intel--- [Watches Ethan move his finger back and forth, back and forth..] sensibility to know not to do that. He's responsibleand if she doesn't go out with him, I'm sending her to summer school! [Mr. Dig stares back at him, dumbfounded.]
Mr. Dig: Riiight. And I'm supposed to do.what?
Mr. McGuire: I don't know! Tell her somethingteacher-ly.
Mr. Dig: Uh, alright then. [Speaks loudly.] Lizzie?
Lizzie [Stands up.] Yes, Mr. Dig?
Mr. Dig: I do realize you are busy talking to Gordo at the moment. [Lizzie giggles.] But, uhdon't you think you Ethan isof yourintelligence?
Lizzie: Uh, sure. But Gordo is, too.
Mr. Dig: Well, of course he is. But[Runs out of obtuse things to say.] your father would rather that you talk to Ethan, dangit!
Lizzie: Ugh, Dad, did you have to bring this to school? Mr. Dig, my father doesn't see it my way. He doesn't see Gordo the way I see him.
Mr. Dig: He is being just as selfish as you are. [Mr. McGuire shoots him a look.] Hey, it's true, man.
Lizzie: I realize that I might go to summer school on a count of my actions. But, it'll totally be worth it if I can be with Gordo. [Lizzie turns around and smiles at Gordo, who smiles back.]
Mr. Dig: Fine, Lizzie. I will give you one more choice. If you choose not to go with Ethan, and not to go to summer school, would you rather be sent to an all-girls' school? [Looks over to see if it's okay with Mr. McGuire, who seems to be okay with it, judging by his crossed arms and nodding head.]
Lizzie: Whatever! Maybe I will go to an all girls' school. I'll still see Gordo, you know.
Mr. Dig: So be it! Make your decision by Sunday afternoon. Think carefully about it. Carefully.
Ethan; [Finally snaps out of his trance.] Yooo, Mr. D and Mr. M. Wassup? Yo, I was kinda listening to what you were saying, and I think Lizzie is a babe. I wouldn't mind goin' out wit' her! And 'cuz Mr. M is in favor of it and all, I think you should back off of my girl, aight, Gordo, my man?
Gordo: If you love Mr. McGuire so much, why don't you marry him?
Ethan: [Doesn't get it.]
Mr. McGuire: Gordo, stay out of this. Lizzie will do what I want her to do. And I want her to go out with Ethan.
Gordo: Mr. Dig, think about it. I'm just as good as Ethan, if not 10 times better. [Lizzie can't help but laugh.] I love Lizzie just as much as he does. And even if you take none of that into account, remember that Lizzie loves me. The right to love who you want to love--why would you take that away from someone? I know for a fact that Ethan was making out with Miranda last week. She wouldn't stop talking about it. I mean, come on, that guy's a player!
Mr. Dig: People, my wedding is in 4 days. Okay, your little problem here, I'm sure it's real hectic and whatnot, but WE'RE TALKING ABOUT MY WEDDING DAY HERE! Mr. McGuire, don't you have work, or something? [Mr. McGuire rolls his eyes and walks out the door.] Amber, come with me. I have something in the car I've been meaning to give you
[Ethan, bored with playing with his other 4 fingers, decides to go annoy Principal Tweedy again. With only 15 minutes until 1st period, Lizzie and Gordo sit in their classroom and talk.]
Gordo: [Runs his hand down Lizzie's cheek.] Lizzie, what's the matter? You look pale. Are you sure everything is okay?
Lizzie: [Looks up into Gordo's concerned eyes.] Why does this have to happen to me, you know? [She stands up and tears trickle down her cheeks.] Just when I finally realize who I want to spend the rest of my life with, someone has to come in and mess things up. Why do these things happen to me?
Gordo: [Kisses her forehead.] The course of true love never did run smooth.
Lizzie: So no matter what, someone will always get in our way?
Gordo: [Smiles.] Probably. [Lizzie smiles back.] But that's what makes it true love. It holds true, with no concern to the consequences.
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[A/N: I know, way too many notes on this entry, right? Sorry about that. First of all, I know this idea sounds extremely corny, but I'm going to try to make it work. I read the book last year in school, and although I didn't find it terribly interesting, the Lizzie McGuire characters fit into this play almost perfectly. Plus, there are too many stories on this site that are in the future. We need more present-day things, I tell ya! And third, I'm only using the play format because, indeed, "A Midsummer Night's Dream" is a play. Please tell me what you think about my story so far. Thank you.]
