Disclaimer: I do not own any Lizzie McGuire characters. The only
characters I own are the students and workers at Pine Ridge.
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I have gotten more and more reviews asking when Lizzie will get Gordo's
letters. I'm glad you're interested, but remember: Stories require patience. I can't just give her the letters, I must first make her wonder.
hehehe.
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Letters to the Skinny Girl
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Chapter Eight
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The letter read, in Gordo's neat, curvy handwriting:
-Dear Lizzie,
How are things with you? I really hope you're doing good. We miss you . a lot. I'm not trying to pressure you to hurry up or anything, we just really miss you even though you've only been gone for one night. I hope you write soon.
There's something I need to tell you. I've been thinking about it, but I don't know how to put it into words. Really, I have no idea how you would take it if I told you. I don't think you would even take it well, especially with the drama of having to go to your new school. So, I'm going to wait a little while. Who knows, maybe I'll tell you in my next letter. Maybe not. I'm sorry . I know I shouldn't have even mentioned it in this letter, but this is my last staionary paper. It's not like I can just erase it. Damnit, I knew I should have typed this up before I actually wrote it.
Anyway, forget about that. Your parents talked to the teachers. All of them said it was all right, that they wouldn't make you make up the homework as long as you were taking classes at Pine Ridge. (I wouldn't have been surprised if they'd make you make it all up with our evil teachers . except for Mr.Digg, of course.) Yesterday we went to the movies after you left. Miranda cried in the car. It hit her kind of late. I would tell you how I reacted, but I'm a MAN. Remember, I had my bar- mitzvah already! No I'm just kidding, it hit me hard, too. Damn, Lizzie. We're going to miss you.
Any problems, write to us. I've got your back.
Hurry up with those points, you need to come home soon!
Yours truly (,
Gordo.-
Lizzie wiped the tear stains off her cheeks. At least they weren't mascara stains; This school didn't allow makeup. What was it that Gordo needed to tell her? She pondered for a while, and came up empty-handed. She decided to be patient and forget about it.
The instructor called the time up. No one had even realized she was crying. All the other girls were absorbed in their letters.
Dinner was pasta and soup. She ate some soup, and tried hard to eat more. She really wanted to get out of this place, but her stomach would not allow it. It was used to no food already.
Lizzie had individual therapy again. It was pretty much the same. Then, Mrs.Dietrich came into the therapy room for point count. She announced that Lizzie had earned seven points today for cooperation, but someone had spotted her throwing food away, so it was now at 5. She needed one-hundred to pass onto Level 2. She thought about that. She could earn five points a day, and be a Level 2 in twenty days. Twenty times six, one hundred- twenty days to graduate. A bit less then half a year. Lizzie sighed. That was the most time she'd ever been away from home.
At 8:30 they were allowed into the public room to talk and play Monopoly. (Real correctional schools don't do this, but I figured Lizzie needed a break.) Lizzie talked with Callie, getting to know her roommate, and joined in on the game. She was third to go bankrupt. They didn't get to finish the game, since Monopoly for eight people takes about seven hours.
At 9:00 they all used the bathroom, and went to sleep. The bright light of the hallway filtered into Lizzie's room, since there was no doors allowed in the dormatories. It took Lizzie lots of time to accustom to sleeping with light, until she finally cried herself to sleep.
characters I own are the students and workers at Pine Ridge.
************************************
I have gotten more and more reviews asking when Lizzie will get Gordo's
letters. I'm glad you're interested, but remember: Stories require patience. I can't just give her the letters, I must first make her wonder.
hehehe.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Letters to the Skinny Girl
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Chapter Eight
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The letter read, in Gordo's neat, curvy handwriting:
-Dear Lizzie,
How are things with you? I really hope you're doing good. We miss you . a lot. I'm not trying to pressure you to hurry up or anything, we just really miss you even though you've only been gone for one night. I hope you write soon.
There's something I need to tell you. I've been thinking about it, but I don't know how to put it into words. Really, I have no idea how you would take it if I told you. I don't think you would even take it well, especially with the drama of having to go to your new school. So, I'm going to wait a little while. Who knows, maybe I'll tell you in my next letter. Maybe not. I'm sorry . I know I shouldn't have even mentioned it in this letter, but this is my last staionary paper. It's not like I can just erase it. Damnit, I knew I should have typed this up before I actually wrote it.
Anyway, forget about that. Your parents talked to the teachers. All of them said it was all right, that they wouldn't make you make up the homework as long as you were taking classes at Pine Ridge. (I wouldn't have been surprised if they'd make you make it all up with our evil teachers . except for Mr.Digg, of course.) Yesterday we went to the movies after you left. Miranda cried in the car. It hit her kind of late. I would tell you how I reacted, but I'm a MAN. Remember, I had my bar- mitzvah already! No I'm just kidding, it hit me hard, too. Damn, Lizzie. We're going to miss you.
Any problems, write to us. I've got your back.
Hurry up with those points, you need to come home soon!
Yours truly (,
Gordo.-
Lizzie wiped the tear stains off her cheeks. At least they weren't mascara stains; This school didn't allow makeup. What was it that Gordo needed to tell her? She pondered for a while, and came up empty-handed. She decided to be patient and forget about it.
The instructor called the time up. No one had even realized she was crying. All the other girls were absorbed in their letters.
Dinner was pasta and soup. She ate some soup, and tried hard to eat more. She really wanted to get out of this place, but her stomach would not allow it. It was used to no food already.
Lizzie had individual therapy again. It was pretty much the same. Then, Mrs.Dietrich came into the therapy room for point count. She announced that Lizzie had earned seven points today for cooperation, but someone had spotted her throwing food away, so it was now at 5. She needed one-hundred to pass onto Level 2. She thought about that. She could earn five points a day, and be a Level 2 in twenty days. Twenty times six, one hundred- twenty days to graduate. A bit less then half a year. Lizzie sighed. That was the most time she'd ever been away from home.
At 8:30 they were allowed into the public room to talk and play Monopoly. (Real correctional schools don't do this, but I figured Lizzie needed a break.) Lizzie talked with Callie, getting to know her roommate, and joined in on the game. She was third to go bankrupt. They didn't get to finish the game, since Monopoly for eight people takes about seven hours.
At 9:00 they all used the bathroom, and went to sleep. The bright light of the hallway filtered into Lizzie's room, since there was no doors allowed in the dormatories. It took Lizzie lots of time to accustom to sleeping with light, until she finally cried herself to sleep.
