Last time I forgot to write a disclaimer. So this one will suffice. I do
not own any of the present, previous, or upcoming characters. If I do own
any of them, you will know! (For example Aunt Karen Twitty.) Obviously, I
don't own Lizzie, Miranda, Jo, Gordo, Alan, Louis, Ren, Kate, or anyone one
else. I like to be reviewed. It helps me mentally and gives me a good idea
of what to write next. So, please review this one, and all of the new ones.
~~~~~~~~ "I'm Ren. Ren Stevens."
There was a silence as Lizzie and Miranda stared at the girl. The girl was wearing a pretty deep blue blouse and light blue capris. She looked like she had just run a marathon.
"Ren, are you Karen's assistant?" Lizzie asked. She knew that Karen had recently taken a job up at the local radio station. Ren smiled gracefully, standing up straight. "Oh, no. I'm her neighbor. She had an emergency at the station. Anyway she asked me to pick up her niece. Are you girls ready to go?"
Miranda stood there confused, while Lizzie spoke up. "Umm, yea. We are ready. We've got all our bags." "Yep I'm ready." Miranda added. As Ren walked away to find a cart for their suitcases and bags Miranda asked Lizzie about Ren, "Lizzie, do you remember Ren from last time you were here?" She responded, "Not really. I remember her mom was a senator and she had a weird little brother, like Matt. Why?" "Oh I don't know. She seems like she's running for 'Most Busy-Body' or something." Lizzie just laughed.
Ren walked back up with a cart and helped Lizzie and Miranda put their bags on the cart. "So how long are you girl staying?" Lizzie answered "A couple weeks." Ren smiled and said as she started to roll the cart outside, "You know if you two get tired of staying with Karen you girls can stay at my house for a few nights." "Cool!" said Miranda and Lizzie in harmony.
Ren rolled the cart up to a dark blue Chrysler Sebring. Ren started to fumble though her purse and said, "This is it." The girls smirked as they started to add their baggage to the trunk of the car.
Ren handed Lizzie the key and told her to go ahead and start the car while she took back the cart. Lizzie plopped into the passenger seat and Miranda climbed though to the back. Lizzie sat there for a second after she had turned the key in the ignition. She could feel the cold bursts of air coming from the vents. She drew herself closer to the vent and breathed in the air. It was refreshing, since it was blazing outside.
Miranda saw that Ren was coming back. Ren asked Miranda if she'd ever been to California. She knew Lizzie had. Miranda responded, "Oh, just a few times Ren. We never really stopped in California. My grandparents live in Mexico City." Ren slightly turned her head and smiled at Miranda after pressing the button to put the top down. As she returned her eyes back on to the road she fumbled with the radio. Finding the perfect song was imperative, especially with the top down. Ren started to back up and drove off to the Twitty residence.
Lizzie was in a trance. Lizzie sat back and let the breeze sweep through her gorgeous blonde hair. Lizzie thought, "This is what California is all about. Being with your best friend, with the top down, and your hair whipping through he wind!"
~~~~~~~~ "I'm Ren. Ren Stevens."
There was a silence as Lizzie and Miranda stared at the girl. The girl was wearing a pretty deep blue blouse and light blue capris. She looked like she had just run a marathon.
"Ren, are you Karen's assistant?" Lizzie asked. She knew that Karen had recently taken a job up at the local radio station. Ren smiled gracefully, standing up straight. "Oh, no. I'm her neighbor. She had an emergency at the station. Anyway she asked me to pick up her niece. Are you girls ready to go?"
Miranda stood there confused, while Lizzie spoke up. "Umm, yea. We are ready. We've got all our bags." "Yep I'm ready." Miranda added. As Ren walked away to find a cart for their suitcases and bags Miranda asked Lizzie about Ren, "Lizzie, do you remember Ren from last time you were here?" She responded, "Not really. I remember her mom was a senator and she had a weird little brother, like Matt. Why?" "Oh I don't know. She seems like she's running for 'Most Busy-Body' or something." Lizzie just laughed.
Ren walked back up with a cart and helped Lizzie and Miranda put their bags on the cart. "So how long are you girl staying?" Lizzie answered "A couple weeks." Ren smiled and said as she started to roll the cart outside, "You know if you two get tired of staying with Karen you girls can stay at my house for a few nights." "Cool!" said Miranda and Lizzie in harmony.
Ren rolled the cart up to a dark blue Chrysler Sebring. Ren started to fumble though her purse and said, "This is it." The girls smirked as they started to add their baggage to the trunk of the car.
Ren handed Lizzie the key and told her to go ahead and start the car while she took back the cart. Lizzie plopped into the passenger seat and Miranda climbed though to the back. Lizzie sat there for a second after she had turned the key in the ignition. She could feel the cold bursts of air coming from the vents. She drew herself closer to the vent and breathed in the air. It was refreshing, since it was blazing outside.
Miranda saw that Ren was coming back. Ren asked Miranda if she'd ever been to California. She knew Lizzie had. Miranda responded, "Oh, just a few times Ren. We never really stopped in California. My grandparents live in Mexico City." Ren slightly turned her head and smiled at Miranda after pressing the button to put the top down. As she returned her eyes back on to the road she fumbled with the radio. Finding the perfect song was imperative, especially with the top down. Ren started to back up and drove off to the Twitty residence.
Lizzie was in a trance. Lizzie sat back and let the breeze sweep through her gorgeous blonde hair. Lizzie thought, "This is what California is all about. Being with your best friend, with the top down, and your hair whipping through he wind!"
