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Chapter 21?
"Gordo?" What? Who? Someone was invading his thoughts... A girl, but not Lizzie... He raised his head and looked up. It was all a dream, a wonderful, lovely, intricate dream. He sighed deeply. Veruca was in front of him. What did she want?
"Uh, you've got the desk I usually use, and this isn't your class..."
What? Of course it was his class. He glanced at his watch. No, wait... he must have fallen asleep and no one had told him class was over. Slowly, he got up, gathered his books, apologized to Veruca, and left...
He paused in the hall for a drink of water, then stopped to think... the halls were just about empty... someone scurried past him, and ran to class, late. He knew he was late, but he had to think a bit...
It had all seemed so real. All along, he kept thinking it was a dream, and it was... Some parts were so vivid, and others were a blur. Now he had to do the unthinkable. Go through all that for real this time. He couldn't. The Gordo in the dream spilled, and spilled, and spilled, until all the secrets were revealed. He couldn't do that. He had to get to class... NOW...
He sped to his class. Study hall. Who needs study hall the last week of school? Not Gordo. He slowly opened the door, trying to sneak in...
C-rrrrr-eeeeee-aaaa-kkk!
All eyes turned to him. He knew now why they never oiled the doors. They were a primitive alarm system. He took a seat near the back. He had interrupted Mr. Dig, and now he was continuing. Wait, what was Mr. Dig doing here?
"Your classes are pretty much done, so all your assignment is for this hour is to write."
Half the class looked puzzled. Mr. Dig sighed and explained further. "Just write. ANYTHING. Your life story. Names of people you know. Lyrics to your favorite songs. A dream you had. Just write. I won't read it, I just want to see you making an effort."
A dream huh? Gordo pulled out his notebook, and found a few empty pages. Better remove them, he didn't want Lizzie to read these, yet. His pencil seemed to be on fire, he was jotting down everything he remembered from his dream, the good, and the bad. His lead ran short. Argh! Why didn't he use mechanical pencils? He found a pen, and continued. He had a full six pages, and wasn't half done... Ow! Cramp! He dropped his pen, and flexed his fingers. No one was paying him any attention. He tore a few more pages out of his notebook, and continued.
He filled out three more pages, then the bell rang. Why couldn't he work like this when it counted? It DID count. Everyone was leaving. He covered his work. "Can I stay a few minutes to finish?"
Mr. Dig looked at him strangely. "Sure, Mr. Gordon. I have no other classes. You have thirty minutes, if you can't finish by then, you'll have to do it at home."
He nodded, and looked for Lizzie. She must have already left. He finished his writings just over twenty minutes later, and left for home. He wanted to see Lizzie, but thought maybe it best to wait.
Wait wait wait. All he did was wait. The class trip was coming up soon. Rome was a city of romance. Could he do something special for Lizzie then? He entered his house, went to his room, and flipped on his PC. He had a lot of research to do. This would be the summer Lizzie noticed him. But how?
How it happens? He didn't care, he knew today was taking him where he's meant to be.
A/N Another way to end this story. Why three endings? Because I felt like it... Uh, post your thoughts, then I'll post my reasons after...
I like all three endings, but this is the most realistic.
"All I Have To Do Is Dream" is by the Everly Brothers.
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JP
May 2, 2003