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A/N: I changed the title of this chapter...don't cry.



Detention



Lizzie sat in the uncomfortable seat in the library that afternoon. Scattered around the room was Lizzie, Miranda, Gordo, a shady looking character, Ethan, and Kate. Lizzie tapped her pencil on the wood desk, and sighed, looking over at the clock. It was 3:06. She had only been in detention for 6 minutes and she was already crumbling. And she was stuck in there until 5:30. Luckily her mom hadn't answered the phone, and she didn't have to face 20 questions when she called home. Kate was sitting in the corner, her legs crossed in her too-small-for-a-model mini skirt, listening to her disc man. She let out a sigh, and slammed the head set on the table in front of her. Lizzie and Miranda jumped.

Kate began to walk towards the door, planning an exit. As she reached out for the handle, she was stopped by Lizzie's voice.

"Kate, what are you doing? We can't leave. You know that," Lizzie said. "Mrs. Dormer is out there just waiting for us to get in more trouble."

"No, she isn't. Trust me. From 3:00 to 5:00 she's in her office watching soap operas. Then, she checks in on us at exactly 5:01, and goes out to buy a coffee, and gets back at approximately 5:30 to release us. It's a set schedule. Now, I'm leaving to go get a water," Kate said in her usual bratty voice.

Lizzie scoffed as she left. "She is such a - -"

"Head case?" Shady guy finished. Lizzie looked over at him, surprised. She had never spoken one word to this kid, and he was already interrupting her.

"Well, I was going to say something less PG...but if that's your style, yes. Kate Saunders is a head case."

Shady guy rolled his eyes. He pulled a hand through his sandy blonde hair, and dropped his arms back down his sides. He sat forward in his seat, his deep brown eyes catching Lizzie's stare. "How do you know what style I am?"

"I am not having this conversation," Lizzie said, standing up and pushing her way through the door of the library, not thinking twice about what Kate said. She walked down the clock tower staircase, avoiding walking past Mrs. Dormer's office. Making her way farther down, she heard footsteps in back of her. Her speed picked up, thinking her detention patroller was on her heels.

"Lizzie McGuire! Could you go any faster?" said the voice of the Shady guy.

Lizzie sighed. "What, are you my stalker now? Because if you are, you should back off, I have a boyfriend, and he's on the football team- -"

"Oh, I'm really scared of Will Harter. What's he going to do? Punch me into oblivion?"

"You never know, he just might."

"Right, and how do you know he even has it in him?"

"Why don't you stop being a loser and tell me who you are?" Lizzie said, changing the subject. She wanted to know who her harasser was.

"Dunn, Adam Dunn," Adam said in a James Bond-like voice.

"Ok, don't even try to pull off James Bond. You should stick to Santana or Jimmie Hendrix," Lizzie said, rolling her eyes.

"Jee, I never knew someone of your 'kind' would know about those legends," Adam said, taking a cautious step forward.

"Forget what I said before, you're kind of like Satan, but younger, and unchangingly annoying."

Adam smiled at Lizzie, and before she knew it, they were walking together. Talking like civilized people. Which surprised Lizzie beyond belief.

"So, you know so much about me, but I know nothing about you. What's your story?" Lizzie asked. For the last ten minutes, it amazed Lizzie what kind of person Adam was. Despite his look of utter frumpy-ness, he was an amazingly interesting guy to talk to.

"Well, I live here with my dad. I used to live in Rhode Island, but we moved to Northern California a while ago, but moved down here later," Adam said, as they made a turn towards the locker rooms.

"Are you're parents divorced?" Lizzie asked. She was a natural born curious person, and she wanted to know.

Adam looked down at his shoes. He ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair and sighed. A small lump formed in his throat as he uttered his words.

"My mother killed herself."



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Gordo leaned back in his chair in the library. He had no idea where Lizzie went, and why that kid had followed her out. But it wasn't his concern, or at least not anymore. He looked out at the window, and dark clouds were slowly moving in over the school. One of the windows of the library was open, and a quick draft of wind scattered papers all over the floor. Gordo and Ethan got up to close the window.

"What the heck?" Miranda said, as Gordo got back. "It looks like the end of the world out there." Miranda looked out the window, and jumped quickly as the rain and hail released from the sky. Loud pounding noises echoed over the roof, and lighting struck through the sky.

"This is like, a storm," Ethan said, amazed at what was going on. Miranda looked at him in disbelief, shaking her head. Ethan was not very bright.

Under Gordo's breath he made a small 'duh' noise. He was more surprised that this type of weather was traveling through Southern California. He looked out of the library windows just as a sleek bolt of lightning shot through the sky, illuminating the clouds. Suddenly after, a loud rumble of thunder erupted from the atmosphere. Gordo looked over at Miranda, who was scanning through her Cosmo Girl magazine. He went back to Ethan, who was looking intently at a football playbook. Another flash of lightning stuck the sky, lighting what was left dark. The library doors opened, and the hallway was dark. They heard an electrical serge, and the lights dimmed to pitch black.



A/N: I know this was a short chapter, but I'm working my bum off here.

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