4th Grade: Been There, Done That
Chapter 2: Andrea McKenna
A/N- Here's another great chapter by PersonY2K. After chapter 6 though, the story is mine! Andrea is a real person that gets on PersonY2K's nerves. The last name has been changed though.
Lizzie POV
"Hello, Mrs. Hope." Andrea McKenna said.
"Why, hello, Andrea."
'Suck up.' I thought.
"I, uh, wanted to let you know ahead of time that Lizzie McGuire is mentally disabled, so you might want to excuse her if she gets... rowdy." Andrea smiled brightly.
Animated Lizzie: What!!!!!
My jaw dropped wide open. How dare she say something like that!
Andrea had just moved over the summer from Orlando. She went to a private school with UNIFORMS! Talk about icky. She went to Disney World twice every year, but now that she moved to Hillridge, she complains about everything.
She thinks it's cold here!
Talk about insane.
"Did you hear that?" I exclaimed to Gordo, who sat right across from me. "Did you hear what she said?!"
"What?" He asked, not really paying attention.
I screamed.
The whole class fell silent, and then everyone started giggling.
"Lizzie, would you like to go to the Resource Room? The people there are very friendly and will help you out with your... needs." Andrea grinned nastily.
I gasped. "Actually, you know, I'm..." I trailed off. "...fine. I just need some air." I motioned for Gordo to follow me outside.
Outside is where our lockers were. Right outside our classroom. Girls' were on one side, and boys' were on the other. We were one of the lucky fifth grade classes to have lockers. Our switch class (which I'll explain later) has them, too. But those are the only fifth graders who have lockers.
All of the sixth graders had lockers, and guess what!! We were the only fifth grade class room in the sixth grade hallway! It made us feel so much older. I think all of this (lockers, switch classes, two levels to our school) was to train us for jr. high.
Jr. High. Ooh, the thought gave me shivers.
"Gordo!" I exclaimed, as soon as we were outside alone. "Can you believe her!?"
"Who, Andrea?" He asked. "She's incredibly nice."
"What????? She made me look like a total retard."
"She saved your but, McGuire." He pointed out. "Or else you would have gotten in major trouble for screaming."
"But she was the *reason* I screamed!"
"Just drop it. She's not so bad." Gordo said.
"How can you say that? She's a witch."
"You've only known her for a day. Give it a rest, and get to know her.
"But—"
Gordo looked at me with those eyes. That look. The look that said, "Shhhhh, I'm sick of you." I shut up.
"Okay, fine." I said. "But I'm still P.Oed at her."
"What does that mean?" Gordo looked at me strangely.
"What would you do without me, Gordo? Are you socially challenged? It means pissed off." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh. Well, I bet you don't know what—"
"You're right Gordo, I don't know what 'the word you were going to say' means. Come on, let's go inside before Andrea tells everyone that my parents were circus clowns."
Little did I know, Andrea was watching us from behind the door, grinning mischievously, and planning.
