Chapter Three: Rome
A/N: Well, thanks for all the supportive reviews, (and one not-so- supportive one :(, my first flame ever) but I've decided to take a break from writing for a couple days, maybe weeks. It's getting to my head. Until then, enjoy Hilary's Metamorphosis CD (which is the coolest ever!). One more thing, if you don't like my stories, please don't review! I hate flames. Ciao! ^_^
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The last day of school. One day I'll never forget.
"Now, listen up, this is important!" I heard Principal Tweedy's voice over the PA system.
'Right.' I scoffed. 'Important, sure.' I started slaving on my third-period homework that I hadn't had time to do before.
"Our class trip..." He started.
'Blah, blah, blah.' I mocked, trying to wrack my head for a square root of some number.
"...Rome...."
I sat up in my seat.
Animated Lizzie: Rome? Did he say Rome? Like, as in, Rome, Italy?
"I repeat, the class graduating trip will be in a week. The choices are a 36 hour bus ride to Waterslide Wonderland, or a two-week trip to Rome, Italy. Sign up near the office."
I gasped, and pulled at Gordo's sleeve. "Gordo! Oh, my gosh! Did you hear that!?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Waterslide Wonderland, I can't wait!"
I couldn't tell if he was kidding or not. Gordo does that sometimes. "Not Waterslide Wonderland!" I exclaimed. "Rome!"
He raised his eyebrows. "*You* want to go to Rome?"
I scoffed. "Duh!"
"You want to take an educational, historical, boring trip to Rome, where all there is is 'dead guys' and 'old buildings'?" He asked.
"Yeah!"
He sighed. "I guess I'll go too."
I squealed.
*** ~Graduation Day. First Day of Vacation~
"Please?" I asked right after breakfast. "It's a very educational trip and I'll learn so much there..."
Animated Lizzie: Oh, and there's cute Italian guys and spaghetti and more cute Italian guys...
"I don't know." Mom said. "Rome is far away."
As if I didn't know that.
"But it's just two weeks!" I insisted. "And our chaperone is Mrs. Ungermeyer, the principal at Hillridge High School. Read the papers! Nothing can go wrong, I promise!"
"Let her go." My dad said.
Animated Lizzie: Is this really my *dad* speaking My 'oh, honey, you can't go, you're too young, it's a big responsibility', won't-let-me-date-actors dad? Freaky.
Mom skimmed the permission slip. "Well, it seems safe..."
"Of course it's safe! It's very, very safe and I promise I'll be careful and everything." I exclaimed. "Please let me go! *PLEASE!*" I begged.
They both sighed. "Okay."
I squealed. "OOH THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!" I ran upstairs to call Gordo.
I was going to Rome! Rome, where all my dreams could come true. Rome, where anything was possible. Wonderful, beautiful, luscious Rome!
"Gordo, I can go!" I yelled into the receiver.
"Me too!"
We talked a few minutes, and then I had to hang because we had graduation in half an hour. I turned on my CD player and went to my closet, searching for the perfect outfit to wear.
*Never give up...*
To be continued... in the Lizzie McGuire Movie
A/N: So, how'd you like it? Not so good, I know. I didn't really have my heart into this story. But since everyone was so confused about a lot of things between the series and the movie, I kind of felt like I had to write a fanfic that made sense between the transition. Okay, ciao, ya'll! ^_~
A/N: Well, thanks for all the supportive reviews, (and one not-so- supportive one :(, my first flame ever) but I've decided to take a break from writing for a couple days, maybe weeks. It's getting to my head. Until then, enjoy Hilary's Metamorphosis CD (which is the coolest ever!). One more thing, if you don't like my stories, please don't review! I hate flames. Ciao! ^_^
***
The last day of school. One day I'll never forget.
"Now, listen up, this is important!" I heard Principal Tweedy's voice over the PA system.
'Right.' I scoffed. 'Important, sure.' I started slaving on my third-period homework that I hadn't had time to do before.
"Our class trip..." He started.
'Blah, blah, blah.' I mocked, trying to wrack my head for a square root of some number.
"...Rome...."
I sat up in my seat.
Animated Lizzie: Rome? Did he say Rome? Like, as in, Rome, Italy?
"I repeat, the class graduating trip will be in a week. The choices are a 36 hour bus ride to Waterslide Wonderland, or a two-week trip to Rome, Italy. Sign up near the office."
I gasped, and pulled at Gordo's sleeve. "Gordo! Oh, my gosh! Did you hear that!?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Waterslide Wonderland, I can't wait!"
I couldn't tell if he was kidding or not. Gordo does that sometimes. "Not Waterslide Wonderland!" I exclaimed. "Rome!"
He raised his eyebrows. "*You* want to go to Rome?"
I scoffed. "Duh!"
"You want to take an educational, historical, boring trip to Rome, where all there is is 'dead guys' and 'old buildings'?" He asked.
"Yeah!"
He sighed. "I guess I'll go too."
I squealed.
*** ~Graduation Day. First Day of Vacation~
"Please?" I asked right after breakfast. "It's a very educational trip and I'll learn so much there..."
Animated Lizzie: Oh, and there's cute Italian guys and spaghetti and more cute Italian guys...
"I don't know." Mom said. "Rome is far away."
As if I didn't know that.
"But it's just two weeks!" I insisted. "And our chaperone is Mrs. Ungermeyer, the principal at Hillridge High School. Read the papers! Nothing can go wrong, I promise!"
"Let her go." My dad said.
Animated Lizzie: Is this really my *dad* speaking My 'oh, honey, you can't go, you're too young, it's a big responsibility', won't-let-me-date-actors dad? Freaky.
Mom skimmed the permission slip. "Well, it seems safe..."
"Of course it's safe! It's very, very safe and I promise I'll be careful and everything." I exclaimed. "Please let me go! *PLEASE!*" I begged.
They both sighed. "Okay."
I squealed. "OOH THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!" I ran upstairs to call Gordo.
I was going to Rome! Rome, where all my dreams could come true. Rome, where anything was possible. Wonderful, beautiful, luscious Rome!
"Gordo, I can go!" I yelled into the receiver.
"Me too!"
We talked a few minutes, and then I had to hang because we had graduation in half an hour. I turned on my CD player and went to my closet, searching for the perfect outfit to wear.
*Never give up...*
To be continued... in the Lizzie McGuire Movie
A/N: So, how'd you like it? Not so good, I know. I didn't really have my heart into this story. But since everyone was so confused about a lot of things between the series and the movie, I kind of felt like I had to write a fanfic that made sense between the transition. Okay, ciao, ya'll! ^_~