I don't know if I need a disclaimer but if I do consider this it: Just to
make sure I don't get hauled off to jail or something. I aint named Disney
so I don't own Lizzie. This goes for any other chapter I put up after this.
I don't aim to type the same thing over and over.
The plane ride home was a long one and she stared out at the wide expanse of blue skies with their fluffy white clouds that engulfed the plane wondering if she made the right decision returning home to Hillridge. After all, she was famous back there, maybe not a superstar but famous all the same. She was going to miss all the attention but she knew that she would have missed her friends and family even more if she had stayed. She felt someone staring at her and turned. Her gaze collided with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes. She quickly averted her eyes and prayed that he did not notice that she was turning pink. Man! was he gorgeous. She surely would have missed this opportunity if she had stayed. She would have probably be suffering through yet another fashion designer trying to play Space Age Barbie with her with the most atrocious outfits she had ever seen. She did like the singing part though. Nothing gave her such a rush as belting out 'Mira a Miranda' to an adoring crowd shouting out 'TE AMO' at the top of their lungs.
That guy was staring again. She thanked God that she was an only child. If she were Lizzie she probably would have to sit next Matt instead of this Spanish-speaking stranger with the shocking and intense blue eyes while her parent sat in front. Maybe she should talk to him. He smiled at her and her insides turned to jelly. Or maybe not. Stardom still didn't prepare her to talk to super hot guys. Then again she was considered hot too after her makeover and she knew it. She had her hair in layers now AND it was streaked with brown. The makeup tips her performer aunt gave her didn't hurt either.
With this mental dose of self-confidence she opened her mouth to speak when she realized that he had fallen asleep. Oh well! It was a 4 hour flight, she had time. They were only in the air about a half hour.
Three and a half hours later she woke up to the captain's pseudo cheerful "Welcome to California" as well as a thickly accented "Miranda can I have your autograph?" she looked over surprised. She loved being famous!!!!!!
"Of course!" She flashed him a winning smile "What name should I put?"
"Miguel"
"So Miguel.... do you live in Cali?"
"I'm not Miguel. My boyfriend is. I'm Roberto."
"Oh........ OOOOHHHH! Well nice to meet you Roberto. I'll sign one for you too." Why did the good ones have to be gay or taken? WHY?!?
With that she signed another large Miranda flashed him a smile and proceeded to follow her parents who already had her carryon bag.
Hillridge! She was home at last. It felt good. The first thing she would do was to head over to Lizzie's and find out about that incredible opportunity to go to Italy that she missed as well as everything else like graduation and the yearbooks. AND she was going to see Lizzie's surprised expression when she informed her that she had become a singing sensation. She would show her all the super fly clothes that she got PLUS the new hairstyle PLUS the CANTANTE MEXICANA award PLUS her picture in the Caliente! magazine PLUS her CD. She had to say this again HER CD! HER CD!!!!! Something she dreamt of all her life was real.
Her only regret was not sharing this with Lizzie right away but she couldn't even get unto AOL in Mexico. Sure she had the disk with the 1000 free hours but what she didn't know was that in Mexico to dial up to AOL was the equivalent of making a real overseas phone call to California. Her first week in Mexico totally SUCKED because of that. She promised Lizzie that she would be on every night. And overseas phone calls were ridiculous there. It actually costs whole DOLLARS to talk for ONE MINUTE!!!! Boy was she glad to be living in the United States. Even though, come to think of it, if she had stayed in Mexico she probably would have gotten rich enough to afford those phone calls and more. As it was however she was only able to make one call the whole time there and when she did it was to hear that Lizzie and the rest of the 8th grade Hillridge Junior High class had gone to Italy. Can you believe it? ITALY!!! After years upon years of school they had to go and reap the rewards of that labor when she couldnt enjoy it. Lizzie would be green with envy when she heard about her summer though. This trip to Italy would make it a light green. They were suposed to fly in from Italy the week before so she should be home missing her right now. As soon as she was able to convince her mother that she was not too tired even after the long plane ride and that performance she gave late last night she was going over to her best friend's house for the biggest gossip session teenaged girlkind has ever experienced.
Great! They were home. She ran up the stairs as fast as was possible under the circunstances (The circumstances being a suitcase weighing a ton dragging behind her) and ran back down almost colliding with her father in the process. She had just reach the doorway when she heard her mother's voice.
" Hold it right there superstar.Where do you think you're going."
"I have to see Lizzie,Mom. "
"But honey we just got home and you've been working yourself too much these past few weeks. Its time to slow down. You dont have an interview or photo shoot to do or a performance to prepare for later. I think you should rest and try to get accustomed to your old way of life again. You can see Lizzie tomorrow"
"I understand Mom but my old way of life would have included me over at Lizzie's house right now.Please can I go? I promise I won't stay long and I'll rest forever after that if you want me to."
"Ok fine but be home early."She flew out of the house excited and then slowed down. She had to walk the walk now. She was a Latina legend. She proceeded to saunter taking in Hillridge and how it never changes.
Or did it? She sucked in her breath but got no air. Her legs felt weak. Maybe the bright lights had messed with her eyesight. Was that?. NO! It couldnt be!!!
The plane ride home was a long one and she stared out at the wide expanse of blue skies with their fluffy white clouds that engulfed the plane wondering if she made the right decision returning home to Hillridge. After all, she was famous back there, maybe not a superstar but famous all the same. She was going to miss all the attention but she knew that she would have missed her friends and family even more if she had stayed. She felt someone staring at her and turned. Her gaze collided with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes. She quickly averted her eyes and prayed that he did not notice that she was turning pink. Man! was he gorgeous. She surely would have missed this opportunity if she had stayed. She would have probably be suffering through yet another fashion designer trying to play Space Age Barbie with her with the most atrocious outfits she had ever seen. She did like the singing part though. Nothing gave her such a rush as belting out 'Mira a Miranda' to an adoring crowd shouting out 'TE AMO' at the top of their lungs.
That guy was staring again. She thanked God that she was an only child. If she were Lizzie she probably would have to sit next Matt instead of this Spanish-speaking stranger with the shocking and intense blue eyes while her parent sat in front. Maybe she should talk to him. He smiled at her and her insides turned to jelly. Or maybe not. Stardom still didn't prepare her to talk to super hot guys. Then again she was considered hot too after her makeover and she knew it. She had her hair in layers now AND it was streaked with brown. The makeup tips her performer aunt gave her didn't hurt either.
With this mental dose of self-confidence she opened her mouth to speak when she realized that he had fallen asleep. Oh well! It was a 4 hour flight, she had time. They were only in the air about a half hour.
Three and a half hours later she woke up to the captain's pseudo cheerful "Welcome to California" as well as a thickly accented "Miranda can I have your autograph?" she looked over surprised. She loved being famous!!!!!!
"Of course!" She flashed him a winning smile "What name should I put?"
"Miguel"
"So Miguel.... do you live in Cali?"
"I'm not Miguel. My boyfriend is. I'm Roberto."
"Oh........ OOOOHHHH! Well nice to meet you Roberto. I'll sign one for you too." Why did the good ones have to be gay or taken? WHY?!?
With that she signed another large Miranda flashed him a smile and proceeded to follow her parents who already had her carryon bag.
Hillridge! She was home at last. It felt good. The first thing she would do was to head over to Lizzie's and find out about that incredible opportunity to go to Italy that she missed as well as everything else like graduation and the yearbooks. AND she was going to see Lizzie's surprised expression when she informed her that she had become a singing sensation. She would show her all the super fly clothes that she got PLUS the new hairstyle PLUS the CANTANTE MEXICANA award PLUS her picture in the Caliente! magazine PLUS her CD. She had to say this again HER CD! HER CD!!!!! Something she dreamt of all her life was real.
Her only regret was not sharing this with Lizzie right away but she couldn't even get unto AOL in Mexico. Sure she had the disk with the 1000 free hours but what she didn't know was that in Mexico to dial up to AOL was the equivalent of making a real overseas phone call to California. Her first week in Mexico totally SUCKED because of that. She promised Lizzie that she would be on every night. And overseas phone calls were ridiculous there. It actually costs whole DOLLARS to talk for ONE MINUTE!!!! Boy was she glad to be living in the United States. Even though, come to think of it, if she had stayed in Mexico she probably would have gotten rich enough to afford those phone calls and more. As it was however she was only able to make one call the whole time there and when she did it was to hear that Lizzie and the rest of the 8th grade Hillridge Junior High class had gone to Italy. Can you believe it? ITALY!!! After years upon years of school they had to go and reap the rewards of that labor when she couldnt enjoy it. Lizzie would be green with envy when she heard about her summer though. This trip to Italy would make it a light green. They were suposed to fly in from Italy the week before so she should be home missing her right now. As soon as she was able to convince her mother that she was not too tired even after the long plane ride and that performance she gave late last night she was going over to her best friend's house for the biggest gossip session teenaged girlkind has ever experienced.
Great! They were home. She ran up the stairs as fast as was possible under the circunstances (The circumstances being a suitcase weighing a ton dragging behind her) and ran back down almost colliding with her father in the process. She had just reach the doorway when she heard her mother's voice.
" Hold it right there superstar.Where do you think you're going."
"I have to see Lizzie,Mom. "
"But honey we just got home and you've been working yourself too much these past few weeks. Its time to slow down. You dont have an interview or photo shoot to do or a performance to prepare for later. I think you should rest and try to get accustomed to your old way of life again. You can see Lizzie tomorrow"
"I understand Mom but my old way of life would have included me over at Lizzie's house right now.Please can I go? I promise I won't stay long and I'll rest forever after that if you want me to."
"Ok fine but be home early."She flew out of the house excited and then slowed down. She had to walk the walk now. She was a Latina legend. She proceeded to saunter taking in Hillridge and how it never changes.
Or did it? She sucked in her breath but got no air. Her legs felt weak. Maybe the bright lights had messed with her eyesight. Was that?. NO! It couldnt be!!!
