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Pine Ridge Acadamy.~ (((Apologizing for the whole summer/school mixup. I put in the review page that it was school time, but ignore that. This chapter is the day before school starts. Also, ignore the fact that Gordo went to PE first period.
I have bad memory---)))
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Miranda was busy all day finishing her summer reading. She should have done it earlier, like her parents told her. Too bad she was busy crying. The Giver. It was a good book. Just like the boy in the book, the people in Miranda's life had been hiding something from her. Although Gordo had told Miranda right after Lizzie left about how he felt about her, she still felt left out.
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Gordo was again today pretty happy. He was sad that Lizzie would not be at school, yet he made it through the day with a smile. Of course, straight A Gordo had finished all his summer homework in July, so he was free to enjoy his last day of vacation. At night he packed the books that he'd bought in his backpack and his folders in his binder, and he sat down to write to Lizzie:
-Dear Lizzie,
I have been smiling all day. I don't know what my parents think I've been up to. I never expected you to feel the same way, but I'm glad you do. I came out of my gloomy depression. Miranda seems pretty sad, though. Don't know why. Life is good. Though I miss you more than anything. Remember in third grade when my parakeet got lost and I cried for two weeks? This is a billion times worse.
Wait. So if you feel the same way about me . what would that mean? I don't know if when you get back you'll ever want to go out . as more than friends, you know. If you do . well, we can talk about it when you get back.
Lizzie, when you fell over all those guys, you were NOT being an idiot. You were being a teenage girl.
And I am so glad you didn't hide those feelings because I don't know what I would've done if you didn't feel the same way.
I really don't want to go back to school. Especially if you're not going to be there. You're parents tell me you only need five more points to pass level one. That's great!
Well, I have to go. I wish I could write longer, really, but my parents need me to help them carry the new computer into the study. (They've been buying all this new stufff; it's so weird.)
Love, Gordo.- _______________________________________________________________
The next day- Hilldridge High School _______________________________________________________________
"Well, well. It's Gordork and Nerderanda. Where's Frizzie? Did she leave the possie?" (I messed up when I said Kate was being nice. Ignore that, too.) Kate had once again .changed . even more over the summer. She was now quite a slut, if it not be to bold to say. Everyone thought it, just no one ever said it. She wore a light pink tube top and a black (very mini) mini-skirt. Her hair was loose and wavy, and her legs were set off in black high heel boots. She dated a new guy every two days, and partied every night. She was failing pretty much every class, but Kate didn't care. Her whole life was guys, parties, and annoying the "little" people.
"LIZZIE is away at the moment, Kate. Why don't you go find a guy to make out with, because we don't really feel like talking about it." Miranda said, her voice altering as she slammed her locker shut.
Gordo stayed silent, his imagination drifting off to the day that Lizzie would return. He couldn't wait for December. That's when Mr. And Mrs. McGuire had predicted she'd come home. It was now September 2, 2003. He was counting down the days, and continuosly questioning Lizzie about how many points she had so far. He came slowly back to consciousness as Miranda waved a ruler at his face.
"Earth to Gordo, are you there?"
"Huh? Yeah. Just thinking."
"Let me guess," Miranda said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "you were thinking about Lizzie!"
"Yeah . wait. Why are you mad?" He replied, realizing she had said this angrily.
"I don't know. I have to get to first period. See you later." Miranda grabbed her backpack, and walked away, her heels fiercely clicking on the hallway floors.
First period was Gordo's study hall, and Mr.Norrington, the study hall supervisor, was asleep half the class. He didn't even realize if someone was late, so Gordo stood by his locker, watching the crowds disintigrate, as the bustling teenagers hurried to their first class of the year. He stayed where he was, and finally realized he had been out there for ten minutes. Opening his locker, he got his second and third period books, and brought nothing to study hall but stationary paper and a pen.
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Miranda sat in the back of her first period history class, doodling in her notebook as the teacher raved on, welcoming his class to what would probably be the worst year of Miranda's life. No Lizzie. And even if it was only four or five more months without her, when she returned, it would probably be as if she was invisible to Miranda. Gordo and Lizzie. The thought ran through Miranda's head, spinning in her mound of negative thoughts.
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Lizzie sat down near Callie in group. Mrs. Winston had not yet arrived.
The time before the teachers arrived, and in their free time, was when all the student talked together. The girls in her group now knew lots about Lizzie, especially Callie, who'd become her good friend, and Lizzie knew lots about them. She would often talk to her roommate about her brother, Miranda, her parents, and always raved on about Gordo, and about his love letter to her. Callie was always interested in what Lizzie had to say, and would listen closely, then tell Lizzie about her own siblings, parents, and friends.
Mrs. Winston walked in, and controlled the chattering.
They then did a special project. Every group session had a theme, and this one was trust. Lizzie's turn was first. She was to stand on a tall table, and let herself fall into one of her peers' arms. The peer was Nancy. Nancy was okay, she was pretty nice to Lizzie, although she always talked about guys. She reminded Lizzie of a kinder, nicer, but even sluttier Kate.
Lizzie fell with ease, and the tall, read headed girl caught her quickly.
After that, Lizzie had individual therapy. Mr.Richard asked her about how much she was eating, and Lizzie answered honestly. She had started to eat more, but not quite enough. Mr. Richard asked her if there was any motivation for her to get out.
There was an akward silence, and Lizzie slowly nodded.
"Well, what is it?" He patiently responded, tapping his pen against his dark green notebook that he used to take notes on his patients.
"My friend . his name is David. Well everyone calls him Gordo except for his parents." She explained about the love letter, and Mr. Richard encouraged her to tell him how she felt about Gordo. She explained she felt the same way, and that he was her motivation. This was pretty much when she realized he was a huge part of the reason she missed home. Of course, she urged to see her family, and especially Miranda, but she wanted even more to see Gordo, to hug him. To find out if their relationship would blossom.
Pine Ridge Acadamy.~ (((Apologizing for the whole summer/school mixup. I put in the review page that it was school time, but ignore that. This chapter is the day before school starts. Also, ignore the fact that Gordo went to PE first period.
I have bad memory---)))
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L.e.t.t.e.r.s . t.o. . t.h.e. . S.k.i.n.n.y. . G.i.r.l. (())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())
(())
.C.h.a.p.t.e.r . T.h.i.r.t.e.e.n. ((()))((()))((()))((()))((()))((()))((()))((()))((()))((()))((()))((()))((()
))((()))
Miranda was busy all day finishing her summer reading. She should have done it earlier, like her parents told her. Too bad she was busy crying. The Giver. It was a good book. Just like the boy in the book, the people in Miranda's life had been hiding something from her. Although Gordo had told Miranda right after Lizzie left about how he felt about her, she still felt left out.
__________________________________________________________
Gordo was again today pretty happy. He was sad that Lizzie would not be at school, yet he made it through the day with a smile. Of course, straight A Gordo had finished all his summer homework in July, so he was free to enjoy his last day of vacation. At night he packed the books that he'd bought in his backpack and his folders in his binder, and he sat down to write to Lizzie:
-Dear Lizzie,
I have been smiling all day. I don't know what my parents think I've been up to. I never expected you to feel the same way, but I'm glad you do. I came out of my gloomy depression. Miranda seems pretty sad, though. Don't know why. Life is good. Though I miss you more than anything. Remember in third grade when my parakeet got lost and I cried for two weeks? This is a billion times worse.
Wait. So if you feel the same way about me . what would that mean? I don't know if when you get back you'll ever want to go out . as more than friends, you know. If you do . well, we can talk about it when you get back.
Lizzie, when you fell over all those guys, you were NOT being an idiot. You were being a teenage girl.
And I am so glad you didn't hide those feelings because I don't know what I would've done if you didn't feel the same way.
I really don't want to go back to school. Especially if you're not going to be there. You're parents tell me you only need five more points to pass level one. That's great!
Well, I have to go. I wish I could write longer, really, but my parents need me to help them carry the new computer into the study. (They've been buying all this new stufff; it's so weird.)
Love, Gordo.- _______________________________________________________________
The next day- Hilldridge High School _______________________________________________________________
"Well, well. It's Gordork and Nerderanda. Where's Frizzie? Did she leave the possie?" (I messed up when I said Kate was being nice. Ignore that, too.) Kate had once again .changed . even more over the summer. She was now quite a slut, if it not be to bold to say. Everyone thought it, just no one ever said it. She wore a light pink tube top and a black (very mini) mini-skirt. Her hair was loose and wavy, and her legs were set off in black high heel boots. She dated a new guy every two days, and partied every night. She was failing pretty much every class, but Kate didn't care. Her whole life was guys, parties, and annoying the "little" people.
"LIZZIE is away at the moment, Kate. Why don't you go find a guy to make out with, because we don't really feel like talking about it." Miranda said, her voice altering as she slammed her locker shut.
Gordo stayed silent, his imagination drifting off to the day that Lizzie would return. He couldn't wait for December. That's when Mr. And Mrs. McGuire had predicted she'd come home. It was now September 2, 2003. He was counting down the days, and continuosly questioning Lizzie about how many points she had so far. He came slowly back to consciousness as Miranda waved a ruler at his face.
"Earth to Gordo, are you there?"
"Huh? Yeah. Just thinking."
"Let me guess," Miranda said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "you were thinking about Lizzie!"
"Yeah . wait. Why are you mad?" He replied, realizing she had said this angrily.
"I don't know. I have to get to first period. See you later." Miranda grabbed her backpack, and walked away, her heels fiercely clicking on the hallway floors.
First period was Gordo's study hall, and Mr.Norrington, the study hall supervisor, was asleep half the class. He didn't even realize if someone was late, so Gordo stood by his locker, watching the crowds disintigrate, as the bustling teenagers hurried to their first class of the year. He stayed where he was, and finally realized he had been out there for ten minutes. Opening his locker, he got his second and third period books, and brought nothing to study hall but stationary paper and a pen.
______________________________________________________
Miranda sat in the back of her first period history class, doodling in her notebook as the teacher raved on, welcoming his class to what would probably be the worst year of Miranda's life. No Lizzie. And even if it was only four or five more months without her, when she returned, it would probably be as if she was invisible to Miranda. Gordo and Lizzie. The thought ran through Miranda's head, spinning in her mound of negative thoughts.
______________________________________________________
Lizzie sat down near Callie in group. Mrs. Winston had not yet arrived.
The time before the teachers arrived, and in their free time, was when all the student talked together. The girls in her group now knew lots about Lizzie, especially Callie, who'd become her good friend, and Lizzie knew lots about them. She would often talk to her roommate about her brother, Miranda, her parents, and always raved on about Gordo, and about his love letter to her. Callie was always interested in what Lizzie had to say, and would listen closely, then tell Lizzie about her own siblings, parents, and friends.
Mrs. Winston walked in, and controlled the chattering.
They then did a special project. Every group session had a theme, and this one was trust. Lizzie's turn was first. She was to stand on a tall table, and let herself fall into one of her peers' arms. The peer was Nancy. Nancy was okay, she was pretty nice to Lizzie, although she always talked about guys. She reminded Lizzie of a kinder, nicer, but even sluttier Kate.
Lizzie fell with ease, and the tall, read headed girl caught her quickly.
After that, Lizzie had individual therapy. Mr.Richard asked her about how much she was eating, and Lizzie answered honestly. She had started to eat more, but not quite enough. Mr. Richard asked her if there was any motivation for her to get out.
There was an akward silence, and Lizzie slowly nodded.
"Well, what is it?" He patiently responded, tapping his pen against his dark green notebook that he used to take notes on his patients.
"My friend . his name is David. Well everyone calls him Gordo except for his parents." She explained about the love letter, and Mr. Richard encouraged her to tell him how she felt about Gordo. She explained she felt the same way, and that he was her motivation. This was pretty much when she realized he was a huge part of the reason she missed home. Of course, she urged to see her family, and especially Miranda, but she wanted even more to see Gordo, to hug him. To find out if their relationship would blossom.
