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Chapter Two: Some Transferees

Things went by smoothly for the next couple of weeks. Although all of them made other friends, it was evident that they were now the best of friends.

The academic work load was fairly easy, and they found themselves cruising through the first semester of freshman year. I'm so lucky I got my wish. Lizzie thought as she walked down the halls with Malcolm on their way to glee club practice. Smooth sailing in high school, and I'm getting it now.

Being reminded by Gordo that having a lot of non-academic activities would help their college applications, they all went on and joined clubs.

Lizzie was asked by the Glee club to be a member, so she, Malcolm and Kate joined. Malcolm was also a member of the filmmaking club with Louis and Gordo, who was a reporter for the E-zine. Daphne went farther and started her own Fashion Club, which surprisingly got approval from the school and has since found members, Kate being the first one.

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"Hey, move it."

Gordo's face formed a frown. He looked at the girl behind him and frowned some more. With her hair in weird braids and her dark clothing, she looked like someone he should avoid, but he was intrigued by her presence.

He cleared his throat. "What do you mean, move it?"

 "You're sitting on my chair."

Gordo's eyebrows met. "Why, does it say your name on it or something?"

 "Yes it does." Gordo turned around, and sure enough, there was a name written on the chair.

Seeing he was defeated, he transferred to the seat across the table. This girl has serious issues, he thought. What business does she have here on the E-zine?

 "How could you have your name written on a chair?" he asked. "And I haven't seen you around here before."

The girl just rolled her eyes. "I will just get something. When I go back I expect to see my chair unoccupied."

Gordo sighed. "Okay, whatever."

 "Hey Gordo!" Louis greeted, approaching the table. "I've been looking all over for you man."

He took the girl's seat. "Geez, this is one quiet office. Why you alone?"

 "Hey don't sit there. A really weird girl owns that seat –"

Louis laughed. "Weird, huh. Well, let's just see - "

 "OHMIGOSH! LOUIS?!" In an instant the book the girl was carrying crashed to the ground.

Louis' face broke into a grin. "TAWNY?!"

Both of them shrieked and they went on to hug each other. Gordo's mouth flew open. They know each other? After Tawny and Louis finished their moment of joy, Gordo asked them if they knew each other, even if the answer was obvious.

Tawny smirked. "Duh."

 "So, you're a student here?" Gordo asked.

 "I just transferred. Curtis High School was way overloaded and they moved some of us here."

Louis smiled. "Welcome to Hillridge High!"

Tawny snorted. "So who's your friend?"

 "I'm David Gordon, but call me Gordo."

She took one look at him and frowned. "I don't do nicknames, David."

Louis put his arm around Tawny. "Still haven't lost your touch, I see. Now if only Twitty were here."

 "He's been transferred too, but I don't know when his first day here is."

Gordo cleared his throat. "Is this Twitty girl – I'm assuming it's a girl – just like you, Tawny?"

 "First of all, Twitty is a guy, and secondly, we're not exactly alike although we have a lot in common." Tawny said, rolling her eyes.

Louis laughed at what Tawny had just said. "Yep, and you're going to join me and my new friends here at Hillridge High!"

He can't be serious, Gordo frowned. I can't stand that girl. I can't wait to tell Lizzie about her.

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Lizzie was just going to enter the gym where the glee club was rehearsing when she bumped into someone.

Why does this keep on happening to me? Lizzie asked herself as she gathered her things.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you."

The guy smiled. "No, I'm sorry. I should have been looking where I was going. I can't find my way around here."

"Oh. What place are you looking for?"

"The principal's office."

"Just go straight and turn right at the second corner, and you'll see his office."

"Thanks, Lizzie McGuire."

"You're welcome."

Lizzie then went on inside the gym but something hit her mind. How did that guy know my name?

"Hey," she said to the guy as she ran after him. "How'd you know my name?"

"I have TV. And radio. And the papers. And the internet."

"Huh? What is that supposed to mean?"

The guy cleared his throat. "Hey now, hey now. This is what dreams are made of, I've got somewhere I belong, I've got somebody to love.. this is what dreams.. dreeeeaaaams… this is what dreams, are made of. Hey now, Hey now, Hey now… hey, hey, hey, hey!" He threw his fist into the air everytime he said 'Hey'. "Have I sang enough?"

Lizzie felt her cheeks burn. Sure, the trip to Italy had given her confidence but she still can't help but feel embarrassed. She looked at the guy. "You've seen it huh?"

"Dude, it was shown on CNN and MTV."

"Oh," was all Lizzie could muster, even though she knew the story was picked up too not just by those cable channels but by the major networks too.

"So Isabella," the guy said, smiling. "Do you want to know my name?"

"Well since you know mine, I guess." Lizzie said, smiling.

"Call me Twitty. My name's Alain Twitty but Twitty will do."

Lizzie smiled. "Okay, Twitty. I'll see you around. I'm super late for glee practice."

"Okay, Lizzie. Bye!" Twitty said as he left, still singing.

That guy is nice.. he's interesting, Lizzie thought to herself as she made her way back to the gym. I can't wait to tell Gordo all about him.

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