A/N Just when I was beginning to think I would never update this story.
Anyway, yeah, this is chapter seventeen and I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter Seventeen: Come again?
18 June 2002
Still in Madrid. Today was like kind of interesting. We went to another museum called El Prado it seemed like we were looking at dark and dreary paintings forever and when we left, we went to go see that other painting that takes up a whole wall and has fourteen people that look the same, and the person looking straight at you the viewer is supposed to represent the self portrait of the painter. I totally need to pay attention.
Something semi interesting happened there, though. Okay, Lucy was explaining the history and all this other info on this painting and the painter, and there was also another group in there that was German and their tour guide was speaking to them. Well, Lucy was explaining and we were listening when all the sudden, some woman with a German accent started like yelling at Lucy for speaking during their tour. We paid tickets to see it to, did we not? Its like the whole world is supposed to like revolve around them? I don't think so?
Anyway, after we went there, we had this tour in a palace where we got to see a lot of tombstones of old kings and queens and all these other rooms. All these tours are going to start to get me sooner or later. Anyway, it was a very beautiful place and that is the next place we were to take a group picture. We all crowded around.
Anything interesting socially happen, you might ask, diary? Well, not really. I mean well somewhere in between the dead royalty and dark paintings, I found out some information I could have well lived not to know about.
Here is what happened. This Spanish girl who looks about our age is totally flirting with Gordo during lunch. I am thinking, "What is up with that?!" I mean Gordo was talking all Spanish to her and they were talking so fast I barely caught any of it. And then, GET THIS, the girl looked at me and then continued her conversation with Gordo as if they were best friends and it looked like they were talking about me. I totally talked to him later, though about it. It was while we were walking to the palace.
Lizzie: Gordo, who was that?
Gordo: Who was who?
Lizzie: Who was that girl you were talking to during lunch in Spanish?
Gordo: I really do not know whom you are talking about.
Lizzie: How could you not know whom I am talking about? You were talking to her like the whole lunchtime and like you were all flirty with her!
I was on a role . . .I really was. He did not have to stop me. I was yelling at him.
Gordo: Calm down, Lizzie! In fact, believe it or not, I know that person.
Lizzie: (still mad) Really? Oh, and I suppose she is a relative of yours?
Gordo: I certainly hope not.
Lizzie: Then who was she?
Gordo: That was Isabella.
Lizzie: Thanks. That helps a lot. I am leaving now.
I walked ahead and left him behind. I hope I made him sorry he ever talked to Isabella. All right, maybe I am going through some major PMS right now. But still, Gordo knows better than not to answer me slowly and be honest. I was then mad at him throughout that stupid palace place. The picture that was taken kind shows it.
After that place, we all went to our hotel rooms to get ready for our last night in Madrid. We were going to watch some Flamenco dancing and then dance afterward. But, at the time, I figured I would have nobody to dance with. That changed. Here is what happened in the hotel room.
All right, my PMS was really acting up because I was crying my eyes out in my room. Miranda and Sarah knew what was going on, but also were there for me. Someone knocked on the door.
Sarah: I will go get it.
I hear Sarah opening the door, and some voices.
Sarah: Hi, Gordo.
It's Gordo. Of course it is Gordo, so I yell to the door still crying.
Lizzie: LEAVE ME ALONE. I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU SO GO AWAY!!!
Gordo obviously heard me, because he yelled back,
Gordo: LIZZIE, WILL YOU AT LEAST LET ME EXPLAIN? Lizzie: GO AWAY!
I really don't want to talk to you. You hurt me when I was most fragile. I don't care if Isabella is Gordo's cousin, he really shouldn't have been such a bad person when I asked about it.
Sarah: Listen, Gordo, maybe you ought to leave, I mean, Lizzie isn't feeling very well right now.
Well, that is true, and it must have convinced him enough to leave, which in a way hurt me more. He is supposed to be my boyfriend and yet he gave up that easily. Arg! Gordo, don't you know you are supposed to come back? You are supposed to reassure me that everything is going to be all right and that you love me. I, for once hope you read my diary.
Anyway, not I have all that out, I can explain the rest of the night, because let me tell you, I was feeling a lot better mentally and physically by the end of the night . . . it was incredible!
So, here is how the rest of the night went. Oh, wait, Sarah is getting all mad because she wants her sleep and the light is on, and I frankly am getting to tired to tell you a story of such a long night. Next entry, I promise. Love ya! Lizzie
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A/N- I know this chapter was kind of well different and kind of leaving you hanging, but please review. I am going to try and focus most of my writing attention on this story this week because I want to do a lot of thinking about Secrets because it is about to end. Anyway, review this story, and also, if you haven't all ready, check out my other story because it is cool. REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter Seventeen: Come again?
18 June 2002
Still in Madrid. Today was like kind of interesting. We went to another museum called El Prado it seemed like we were looking at dark and dreary paintings forever and when we left, we went to go see that other painting that takes up a whole wall and has fourteen people that look the same, and the person looking straight at you the viewer is supposed to represent the self portrait of the painter. I totally need to pay attention.
Something semi interesting happened there, though. Okay, Lucy was explaining the history and all this other info on this painting and the painter, and there was also another group in there that was German and their tour guide was speaking to them. Well, Lucy was explaining and we were listening when all the sudden, some woman with a German accent started like yelling at Lucy for speaking during their tour. We paid tickets to see it to, did we not? Its like the whole world is supposed to like revolve around them? I don't think so?
Anyway, after we went there, we had this tour in a palace where we got to see a lot of tombstones of old kings and queens and all these other rooms. All these tours are going to start to get me sooner or later. Anyway, it was a very beautiful place and that is the next place we were to take a group picture. We all crowded around.
Anything interesting socially happen, you might ask, diary? Well, not really. I mean well somewhere in between the dead royalty and dark paintings, I found out some information I could have well lived not to know about.
Here is what happened. This Spanish girl who looks about our age is totally flirting with Gordo during lunch. I am thinking, "What is up with that?!" I mean Gordo was talking all Spanish to her and they were talking so fast I barely caught any of it. And then, GET THIS, the girl looked at me and then continued her conversation with Gordo as if they were best friends and it looked like they were talking about me. I totally talked to him later, though about it. It was while we were walking to the palace.
Lizzie: Gordo, who was that?
Gordo: Who was who?
Lizzie: Who was that girl you were talking to during lunch in Spanish?
Gordo: I really do not know whom you are talking about.
Lizzie: How could you not know whom I am talking about? You were talking to her like the whole lunchtime and like you were all flirty with her!
I was on a role . . .I really was. He did not have to stop me. I was yelling at him.
Gordo: Calm down, Lizzie! In fact, believe it or not, I know that person.
Lizzie: (still mad) Really? Oh, and I suppose she is a relative of yours?
Gordo: I certainly hope not.
Lizzie: Then who was she?
Gordo: That was Isabella.
Lizzie: Thanks. That helps a lot. I am leaving now.
I walked ahead and left him behind. I hope I made him sorry he ever talked to Isabella. All right, maybe I am going through some major PMS right now. But still, Gordo knows better than not to answer me slowly and be honest. I was then mad at him throughout that stupid palace place. The picture that was taken kind shows it.
After that place, we all went to our hotel rooms to get ready for our last night in Madrid. We were going to watch some Flamenco dancing and then dance afterward. But, at the time, I figured I would have nobody to dance with. That changed. Here is what happened in the hotel room.
All right, my PMS was really acting up because I was crying my eyes out in my room. Miranda and Sarah knew what was going on, but also were there for me. Someone knocked on the door.
Sarah: I will go get it.
I hear Sarah opening the door, and some voices.
Sarah: Hi, Gordo.
It's Gordo. Of course it is Gordo, so I yell to the door still crying.
Lizzie: LEAVE ME ALONE. I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU SO GO AWAY!!!
Gordo obviously heard me, because he yelled back,
Gordo: LIZZIE, WILL YOU AT LEAST LET ME EXPLAIN? Lizzie: GO AWAY!
I really don't want to talk to you. You hurt me when I was most fragile. I don't care if Isabella is Gordo's cousin, he really shouldn't have been such a bad person when I asked about it.
Sarah: Listen, Gordo, maybe you ought to leave, I mean, Lizzie isn't feeling very well right now.
Well, that is true, and it must have convinced him enough to leave, which in a way hurt me more. He is supposed to be my boyfriend and yet he gave up that easily. Arg! Gordo, don't you know you are supposed to come back? You are supposed to reassure me that everything is going to be all right and that you love me. I, for once hope you read my diary.
Anyway, not I have all that out, I can explain the rest of the night, because let me tell you, I was feeling a lot better mentally and physically by the end of the night . . . it was incredible!
So, here is how the rest of the night went. Oh, wait, Sarah is getting all mad because she wants her sleep and the light is on, and I frankly am getting to tired to tell you a story of such a long night. Next entry, I promise. Love ya! Lizzie
~~~~****~~~~~****~~~~~****~~~~~*****~~~~***~~~
A/N- I know this chapter was kind of well different and kind of leaving you hanging, but please review. I am going to try and focus most of my writing attention on this story this week because I want to do a lot of thinking about Secrets because it is about to end. Anyway, review this story, and also, if you haven't all ready, check out my other story because it is cool. REVIEW!