*I own nothing so far. Maybe I do. Maybe the real writer is half human and
half me. Wow that would be cool. Or you can just stick with I own nothing.
Oh yeah, and Ren is a grade above the gang but in high school you mix your
classes up and can be with anyone.*
At Lizzie's house
The new boy at school is so cool. I wonder if Twitty has a girlfriend or anything? Hope not. Tomorrow I should ask him to the homecoming dance. And I could wear my new strapless, red dress. The phone interrupts Lizzie's thoughts.
Lizzie: Hello.
Twitty: Hi, is Lizzie there?
Lizzie: Yeah, this is her.
Twitty: This is Alan.
Lizzie: Oh, hi!
Twitty: "I just got my schedule and was wondering if I have any classes with you?" You sound so fucking stupid. Act cool, Twit. Act like Joe Cool.
Lizzie: Sure, what's your schedule?
Twitty: Algebra, Biology, Geometry, gym, study hall, lunch, art, shop, history, and chemistry. What about you?
Lizzie: I have everything but shop and chemistry with you.
Twitty: Awesome, I don't want to be alone. Ya know.
Lizzie: Yeah. Ren and Gordo have the same classes, too.
Twitty: Do you have any advice about the teachers?
Lizzie: Well, Ms.Fitzler is the biology teacher and is shorter than me. Stay away from her, she spits, a lot.
Twitty: Fitz, Spits. Got it.
Lizzie giggles: And stay away from the gym teachers. One of them has admitted to being gay.
Twitty: Wow! This school could be interesting.
Lizzie: The only fun thing coming up this week is the homecoming dance. I don't know if I'm gonna go, though.
Twitty: Why not?
Lizzie: Because I don't have a date.
Twitty: Oh. Do you wanna go together, then?
Lizzie: Sure. I have to go, though. I hear my mom calling me.
Twitty: Ok, bye.
Lizzie: "See ya," Lizzie hangs up the phone.
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~The Next Day at Miranda's house~
What am I going to wear today? Miranda thought. I grab a black miniskirt and burgundy/navy blue striped tank top. Why is it something about the new boy at school that mystifies me? He's not that cute but he is very funny. My heart stops beating whenever I'm around him. I think he's hiding something that no one knows about. Well don't worry I will get to the bottom of this. I'm going to see the real you, Louis Stevens.
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*Sorry that this was so short but it will get much better. I promise you that.*
At Lizzie's house
The new boy at school is so cool. I wonder if Twitty has a girlfriend or anything? Hope not. Tomorrow I should ask him to the homecoming dance. And I could wear my new strapless, red dress. The phone interrupts Lizzie's thoughts.
Lizzie: Hello.
Twitty: Hi, is Lizzie there?
Lizzie: Yeah, this is her.
Twitty: This is Alan.
Lizzie: Oh, hi!
Twitty: "I just got my schedule and was wondering if I have any classes with you?" You sound so fucking stupid. Act cool, Twit. Act like Joe Cool.
Lizzie: Sure, what's your schedule?
Twitty: Algebra, Biology, Geometry, gym, study hall, lunch, art, shop, history, and chemistry. What about you?
Lizzie: I have everything but shop and chemistry with you.
Twitty: Awesome, I don't want to be alone. Ya know.
Lizzie: Yeah. Ren and Gordo have the same classes, too.
Twitty: Do you have any advice about the teachers?
Lizzie: Well, Ms.Fitzler is the biology teacher and is shorter than me. Stay away from her, she spits, a lot.
Twitty: Fitz, Spits. Got it.
Lizzie giggles: And stay away from the gym teachers. One of them has admitted to being gay.
Twitty: Wow! This school could be interesting.
Lizzie: The only fun thing coming up this week is the homecoming dance. I don't know if I'm gonna go, though.
Twitty: Why not?
Lizzie: Because I don't have a date.
Twitty: Oh. Do you wanna go together, then?
Lizzie: Sure. I have to go, though. I hear my mom calling me.
Twitty: Ok, bye.
Lizzie: "See ya," Lizzie hangs up the phone.
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~The Next Day at Miranda's house~
What am I going to wear today? Miranda thought. I grab a black miniskirt and burgundy/navy blue striped tank top. Why is it something about the new boy at school that mystifies me? He's not that cute but he is very funny. My heart stops beating whenever I'm around him. I think he's hiding something that no one knows about. Well don't worry I will get to the bottom of this. I'm going to see the real you, Louis Stevens.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*Sorry that this was so short but it will get much better. I promise you that.*
