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Chapter 4
Before Lizzie knew it, it was time to head back to Florida, pack everything up, and move yet again. She felt a tear run down her face as she packed up pictures of her and Miranda, and thought about Miranda. When Lizzie had left California, Miranda met her in the airport and handed her a box, then walked off without a word.
When Lizzie got home, the first thing she did was open that box, and break down into tears. Inside the box, was all the pictures Miranda had of the two of them, along with various little things, like her half of the "Best Friends" necklace that the two had worn in their elementary school days, and the friendship bracelet Lizzie had given Miranda at the end of 7th grade. Lizzie hadn't realized the full effect of Miranda's anger and hurt, until she got home and opened that box.
A little while later, she called Gordo's cell phone number, but got his voicemail.
"Hey, Gordo, it's me... I wanted to talk to you, it's about Miranda... give me a call when you can, okay? Thanks... bye..." She turned off the phone dejectedly and tossed it onto the couch. It rang and she dove for it, but the caller ID told her it was a salesperson. "UGH!" she flopped down on the couch and started to cry again.
* * * * *
"Lizzie, it's me! Where are you? I know you're home... come on, pick up the phone!" Lizzie opened her eyes, she'd fallen asleep on the couch. Gordo's voice met her ears, and she grabbed the phone off the coffee table.
"Gordo?"
"There you are. Don't you Floridians answer your phones?" he teased.
"Yeah... I was asleep on the couch, sorry. I guess I was kind of exhausted earlier, I just zonked out."
"Well... what's wrong? Why do I have a message on my voicemail from one very depressed-sounding Elizabeth McGuire?"
"Gordo... you know what was in that box Miranda gave me at the airport?"
"A picture of you guys together, smiling and happy, and an apology note?" Gordo's voice was hopeful, and Lizzie couldn't help but smile a little.
"Not hardly... inside that box was every picture she had of us, and all the little remnants of our friendship... her half of the best friend necklaces we wore... the friendship bracelet I gave her in 7th grade... Gordo, she hates me!" Lizzie broke down into tears again.
"Calm down, Lizzie... it's gonna be okay... she doesn't hate you, she's just upset that you're not coming home."
"Maybe I should."
"Liz... you do what YOU want to do. Don't live your life according to what other people want. Miranda's your best friend, but she's being childish. She'll get over it," Gordo said. He sighed when he heard Lizzie start up again, and tuned her out. Sometimes that was the only way to deal with her when she got upset.
Chapter 4
Before Lizzie knew it, it was time to head back to Florida, pack everything up, and move yet again. She felt a tear run down her face as she packed up pictures of her and Miranda, and thought about Miranda. When Lizzie had left California, Miranda met her in the airport and handed her a box, then walked off without a word.
When Lizzie got home, the first thing she did was open that box, and break down into tears. Inside the box, was all the pictures Miranda had of the two of them, along with various little things, like her half of the "Best Friends" necklace that the two had worn in their elementary school days, and the friendship bracelet Lizzie had given Miranda at the end of 7th grade. Lizzie hadn't realized the full effect of Miranda's anger and hurt, until she got home and opened that box.
A little while later, she called Gordo's cell phone number, but got his voicemail.
"Hey, Gordo, it's me... I wanted to talk to you, it's about Miranda... give me a call when you can, okay? Thanks... bye..." She turned off the phone dejectedly and tossed it onto the couch. It rang and she dove for it, but the caller ID told her it was a salesperson. "UGH!" she flopped down on the couch and started to cry again.
* * * * *
"Lizzie, it's me! Where are you? I know you're home... come on, pick up the phone!" Lizzie opened her eyes, she'd fallen asleep on the couch. Gordo's voice met her ears, and she grabbed the phone off the coffee table.
"Gordo?"
"There you are. Don't you Floridians answer your phones?" he teased.
"Yeah... I was asleep on the couch, sorry. I guess I was kind of exhausted earlier, I just zonked out."
"Well... what's wrong? Why do I have a message on my voicemail from one very depressed-sounding Elizabeth McGuire?"
"Gordo... you know what was in that box Miranda gave me at the airport?"
"A picture of you guys together, smiling and happy, and an apology note?" Gordo's voice was hopeful, and Lizzie couldn't help but smile a little.
"Not hardly... inside that box was every picture she had of us, and all the little remnants of our friendship... her half of the best friend necklaces we wore... the friendship bracelet I gave her in 7th grade... Gordo, she hates me!" Lizzie broke down into tears again.
"Calm down, Lizzie... it's gonna be okay... she doesn't hate you, she's just upset that you're not coming home."
"Maybe I should."
"Liz... you do what YOU want to do. Don't live your life according to what other people want. Miranda's your best friend, but she's being childish. She'll get over it," Gordo said. He sighed when he heard Lizzie start up again, and tuned her out. Sometimes that was the only way to deal with her when she got upset.