HEY! I want to dedicate this story to funky pink high top,
(gvstar419) cuz its her birthday tommorow!!!! (saturday) I LOVE YOU!
WE MUST CONVERT MY FRIEND!
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"Kate's coming home today!"
Lizzie had been dancing around like a pixie the entire day. After being away for a whole month, Kate Sanders was finally coming home from camp.
Lizzie and I had been waiting around all morning until two o'clock, which was when her bus was supposed to come in. Then, at the exact moment the clock struck 2:00, Lizzie grabbed her bike and bolted down the sidewalk faster than lightning. I had a hard time keeping up with her.
After about ten minutes of breathless peddling, we reached Stanton Street. Kate's street. Lizzie braked her bike fast, and I nearly ran into the back of her. She stayed on the bike, balancing out by putting one foot on the ground.
I knew Lizzie liked Kate more than me. She had known Kate since kindergarten. I had only moved here in third grade. When everyone was already matched up. But Lizzie, Gordo, and Kate took me in. And for that, I was grateful. Still...I wanted to be able to share secrets with someone like Lizzie and Kate did. I wanted someone I could share absolutely everything with. And I was sure I could do that if Kate wasn't there.
The last month had been a dream. Lizzie and I were constantly together, joined at the hip. But I was afraid that was going to be over now that Kate was back to resume her "best friend" position.
I looked over at Lizzie. She was nervously bouncing her foot, twirling her long blonde hair around her finger. I loved Lizzie's hair. It was long and thick and blonde, to the middle of her back. She was talking about cutting it, which I thought was crazy.
I touched my own hair. I hated it. I was dark, and only in a short bob to my ears. You couldn't do anything with it. I ran my fingers through it. My mom said it made me look like a pixie. I thought it made me look like an idiot.
"Kate!"
I took in a short breath as I saw the car pulling up into the driveway, and started peddling again. Lizzie had already thrown her bike into the grass and broke into a run toward the car.
She tapped on the window. "Hey!"
Kate smiled. A small smile. A different smile than the one I had seen before.
I frowned. Something was wrong. I sensed it.
Lizzie obviously didn't sense it. She threw her arms around Kate and screamed. "I'm so glad you're back!!!"
Kate squirmed out of her arms, and went to the trunk to get her bags. "Uh...yeah. Me too." She pulled her bag over her shoulder, and started toward the house.
Lizzie slumped. "Kate?"
Kate turned around. "Lizzie, I'm real tired. From the bus ride, you know? Maybe you and Miranda could come back tommorow?"
Lizzie looked at the ground, kicking at a pebble. "Uh...sure Kate."
Kate smiled. "Good."
The phone rang from inside. I could hear it faintly. "Kate!!!" Mrs. Sanders called, "Your friend from camp, Claire, is on the phone!"
Kate grinned. "Coming Mom! Uh...bye Lizzie." Then she ran inside.
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Lizzie didn't talk the entire bike ride home. She rode slowly, so it took alot longer than it did before.
Finally, when we we dropped our bikes in front of her house, Lizzie looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Miranda, are we losing Kate?"
Yes, I wanted to say, Yes, we are.
"No way!" I said, waving my hand like it was no big deal, "She's just overly excited about camp. She'll be back to normal by tommorow."
But she wasn't.
We rode to her house together. It was especially hot, and it was times like those I wished I could put my hair up.
Kate was in the hard front yard, doing cartwheels with some girl I'd never met. They were talking and laughing.
Lizzie parked her bike. "Hey Kate."
Kate stopped laughing. "Uh...hey Lizzie. Miranda."
I nodded.
The unknown girl looked Lizzie up and down. "Kate...who's this?"
Kate bit her lip. "Uh...Claire, this is Lizzie McGuire. Lizzie, this is Claire Miller."
"Nice to meet you, Claire," Lizzie said dully. Anyone could tell it wasn't nice for her to meet her.
"Whatever," Claire said in a particularally haughty voice that made my blood boil, "Are we going to practice or what, Kate?"
"Uh...yeah. Lizzie, Miranda. You can go get something to drink, and watch us practice, I guess. If you want."
"Practice for what?" I asked.
"Cheerleading tryouts." Kate's eyes sparkled. "We're trying out for the team."
"Uh...cool." I went inside with Lizzie.
It felt so good to gulp down a glass of ice-cold lemonade. It was boiling outside. How could Kate stand to be down flips and cartwheels out there?
We watched them for about fifteen minutes, until they got tired of it, and went to Kate's room. We followed.
"Oh my god, Brad Pitt is so hot," Kate said.
"Josh Hartnett is way hotter," Claire said.
"I totally agree."
Lizzie looked at the floor, tracing patterns in the carpet. "I think Adam Lamberg is hot."
Claire rolled her eyes. Suddenly she whispered something in Kate's ear. Kate stood up, and they went into the hall.
I wanted to know what they were saying.
I crept out into the hall where they couldn't see me, but I could still here what they were saying.
"Tell them to leave," Claire said, "They're total geeks."
"I know..." Kate whined, "But I've known Lizzie for awhile and..."
"Get rid of them. Now. Tell them to go home; that you don't like them anymore. Claire's your best friend now."
My eyes were wide. Lizzie would be a wreck for weeks, months, if Kate told her this. I ran into the room.
"Lizzie, I forgot. My mom wanted us to help out with dinner. She's making a big meal, and um...come on, Lizzie. We have to go."
Lizzie stared at me, then shrugged. I think she wanted an excuse to leave.
I pulled her out by the arm. She barely had time to say, "Goodbye."
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School. It was our last year at Hillridge Elementary, and we were at the top. Sixth graders. The 'big' kids.
On the ride there, Lizzie stared at Kate, sitting at the back of the bus with Claire and a few other cheerleaders.
Gordo sat on the edge of the seat. The bus was overcrowded, and we had to sit three to a seat.
Gordo was nice. He was the smartest person I'd ever met, and was very reasonable and rationable. Lizzie had had a crush on him two years ago. I don't blame her. Gordo was adorable. Kind of short for his age, curly brown hair, cute little glasses. He couldn't wait until middle school. Thats when his parents said he could finally get contacts.
But I thought the glasses just added character to him. They were part of what made Gordo...Gordo.
Suddenly I heard Lizzie gasp. "Oh...my...God."
I looked up at what she was gaping at, and I gaped to. Ethan Craft had entered the bus. But he looked...different.
"He is a total hottie!" Lizzie whispered into my ear.
"I know, I know," I mumbled. I could barely speak. Last year, Ethan was a short, skinny, gawky kid with braces. But now...
"I feel years of girl talk coming on," Gordo mumbled.
"Shut up." I hit him. He feigned great pain, and I hit him again.
Ethan passed us. "Lizzie. Miranda. Gor-don."
Lizzie squealed. "He talked to us!" She was so excited, she didn't notice him take a seat in the back beside Kate.
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What do you think? Is it good? Terrpible! Tell me in a review!!! Please!!!
WE MUST CONVERT MY FRIEND!
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"Kate's coming home today!"
Lizzie had been dancing around like a pixie the entire day. After being away for a whole month, Kate Sanders was finally coming home from camp.
Lizzie and I had been waiting around all morning until two o'clock, which was when her bus was supposed to come in. Then, at the exact moment the clock struck 2:00, Lizzie grabbed her bike and bolted down the sidewalk faster than lightning. I had a hard time keeping up with her.
After about ten minutes of breathless peddling, we reached Stanton Street. Kate's street. Lizzie braked her bike fast, and I nearly ran into the back of her. She stayed on the bike, balancing out by putting one foot on the ground.
I knew Lizzie liked Kate more than me. She had known Kate since kindergarten. I had only moved here in third grade. When everyone was already matched up. But Lizzie, Gordo, and Kate took me in. And for that, I was grateful. Still...I wanted to be able to share secrets with someone like Lizzie and Kate did. I wanted someone I could share absolutely everything with. And I was sure I could do that if Kate wasn't there.
The last month had been a dream. Lizzie and I were constantly together, joined at the hip. But I was afraid that was going to be over now that Kate was back to resume her "best friend" position.
I looked over at Lizzie. She was nervously bouncing her foot, twirling her long blonde hair around her finger. I loved Lizzie's hair. It was long and thick and blonde, to the middle of her back. She was talking about cutting it, which I thought was crazy.
I touched my own hair. I hated it. I was dark, and only in a short bob to my ears. You couldn't do anything with it. I ran my fingers through it. My mom said it made me look like a pixie. I thought it made me look like an idiot.
"Kate!"
I took in a short breath as I saw the car pulling up into the driveway, and started peddling again. Lizzie had already thrown her bike into the grass and broke into a run toward the car.
She tapped on the window. "Hey!"
Kate smiled. A small smile. A different smile than the one I had seen before.
I frowned. Something was wrong. I sensed it.
Lizzie obviously didn't sense it. She threw her arms around Kate and screamed. "I'm so glad you're back!!!"
Kate squirmed out of her arms, and went to the trunk to get her bags. "Uh...yeah. Me too." She pulled her bag over her shoulder, and started toward the house.
Lizzie slumped. "Kate?"
Kate turned around. "Lizzie, I'm real tired. From the bus ride, you know? Maybe you and Miranda could come back tommorow?"
Lizzie looked at the ground, kicking at a pebble. "Uh...sure Kate."
Kate smiled. "Good."
The phone rang from inside. I could hear it faintly. "Kate!!!" Mrs. Sanders called, "Your friend from camp, Claire, is on the phone!"
Kate grinned. "Coming Mom! Uh...bye Lizzie." Then she ran inside.
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Lizzie didn't talk the entire bike ride home. She rode slowly, so it took alot longer than it did before.
Finally, when we we dropped our bikes in front of her house, Lizzie looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Miranda, are we losing Kate?"
Yes, I wanted to say, Yes, we are.
"No way!" I said, waving my hand like it was no big deal, "She's just overly excited about camp. She'll be back to normal by tommorow."
But she wasn't.
We rode to her house together. It was especially hot, and it was times like those I wished I could put my hair up.
Kate was in the hard front yard, doing cartwheels with some girl I'd never met. They were talking and laughing.
Lizzie parked her bike. "Hey Kate."
Kate stopped laughing. "Uh...hey Lizzie. Miranda."
I nodded.
The unknown girl looked Lizzie up and down. "Kate...who's this?"
Kate bit her lip. "Uh...Claire, this is Lizzie McGuire. Lizzie, this is Claire Miller."
"Nice to meet you, Claire," Lizzie said dully. Anyone could tell it wasn't nice for her to meet her.
"Whatever," Claire said in a particularally haughty voice that made my blood boil, "Are we going to practice or what, Kate?"
"Uh...yeah. Lizzie, Miranda. You can go get something to drink, and watch us practice, I guess. If you want."
"Practice for what?" I asked.
"Cheerleading tryouts." Kate's eyes sparkled. "We're trying out for the team."
"Uh...cool." I went inside with Lizzie.
It felt so good to gulp down a glass of ice-cold lemonade. It was boiling outside. How could Kate stand to be down flips and cartwheels out there?
We watched them for about fifteen minutes, until they got tired of it, and went to Kate's room. We followed.
"Oh my god, Brad Pitt is so hot," Kate said.
"Josh Hartnett is way hotter," Claire said.
"I totally agree."
Lizzie looked at the floor, tracing patterns in the carpet. "I think Adam Lamberg is hot."
Claire rolled her eyes. Suddenly she whispered something in Kate's ear. Kate stood up, and they went into the hall.
I wanted to know what they were saying.
I crept out into the hall where they couldn't see me, but I could still here what they were saying.
"Tell them to leave," Claire said, "They're total geeks."
"I know..." Kate whined, "But I've known Lizzie for awhile and..."
"Get rid of them. Now. Tell them to go home; that you don't like them anymore. Claire's your best friend now."
My eyes were wide. Lizzie would be a wreck for weeks, months, if Kate told her this. I ran into the room.
"Lizzie, I forgot. My mom wanted us to help out with dinner. She's making a big meal, and um...come on, Lizzie. We have to go."
Lizzie stared at me, then shrugged. I think she wanted an excuse to leave.
I pulled her out by the arm. She barely had time to say, "Goodbye."
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School. It was our last year at Hillridge Elementary, and we were at the top. Sixth graders. The 'big' kids.
On the ride there, Lizzie stared at Kate, sitting at the back of the bus with Claire and a few other cheerleaders.
Gordo sat on the edge of the seat. The bus was overcrowded, and we had to sit three to a seat.
Gordo was nice. He was the smartest person I'd ever met, and was very reasonable and rationable. Lizzie had had a crush on him two years ago. I don't blame her. Gordo was adorable. Kind of short for his age, curly brown hair, cute little glasses. He couldn't wait until middle school. Thats when his parents said he could finally get contacts.
But I thought the glasses just added character to him. They were part of what made Gordo...Gordo.
Suddenly I heard Lizzie gasp. "Oh...my...God."
I looked up at what she was gaping at, and I gaped to. Ethan Craft had entered the bus. But he looked...different.
"He is a total hottie!" Lizzie whispered into my ear.
"I know, I know," I mumbled. I could barely speak. Last year, Ethan was a short, skinny, gawky kid with braces. But now...
"I feel years of girl talk coming on," Gordo mumbled.
"Shut up." I hit him. He feigned great pain, and I hit him again.
Ethan passed us. "Lizzie. Miranda. Gor-don."
Lizzie squealed. "He talked to us!" She was so excited, she didn't notice him take a seat in the back beside Kate.
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What do you think? Is it good? Terrpible! Tell me in a review!!! Please!!!