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lot longer . .next one will be lengthier. Thanks for the awesome
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~Jen
I'm with you, a Best Friend, and More.
Chapter 2 IS HE OUT OF HIS GOURD?
2. 3x + 6 -10 = 8
Lizzie stared at the question for a moment, and then realizing just what she had to do, reached for her pencil, which just because she was so lucky, slid right off her desk. She leaned down, but the metal bar that connected the chair to the desk got in her way.
"Gordo .. " She whispered, his desk was right next to hers. "Could you grab my pencil? Gordo?" He was ignoring her. Now granted, he did sort of get rapped up in his work sometimes, but STILL. "Gordo!" she whispered a bit louder. He was STILL ignoring her. "GORDO!!!" she half-shouted, so that everyone turned in their desks to look at her.
"Miss McGuire!" Boomed the voice of her math teacher, Mr. Molnar, "THIS IS A TEST!!"
"I .. I'm sorry sir .. it's just that .. my pencil, I couldn't reach it .. " She couldn't finish, because he cut her off,
"SILENCE!" He then turned away, back to his work, glancing up at her every so often.
Great, now she didn't have a pencil. She reached into her book bag and searched .. nothing. This was going to be a great day ....
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"What'll it be?" asked the woman behind the counter, her plastic gloves shinning on her wrinkled hands.
Lizzie looked at her options, it was between 'Tacos" or a "Meatball Hoagie."
"Um .. I guess I'll have the tacos." She finally said, figuring that she would go get a bag of chips or a piece of cake or something to soothe her stomach instead.
"Do ya want rice?"
Lizzie glanced at the rice, it looked like it was rice soup, and the broth was butter. "Uh .. no thanks." She grabbed her tray, got a piece of marble cake, a bottle of water, a napkin, paid, and then ran to her seat, her normal table in the cafeteria, the one she always shared with Gordo. As she sat picking at her disgusting attempt at a taco, she watched for him to come out of lunch line. At long last, he appeared, holding his tray, two tacos with toppings lying sideways on his plate. But he didn't come over and sit at Lizzie's table, instead he went over and sat with, TUDGEMAN.
"Is he out of his GOURD?" Lizzie asked aloud, to know but herself.
"Is anyone sitt-ing here?" came a strange, accented voice. It was Anna, the German Exchange Student.
"Oh, no, go right ahead." Lizzie replied warmly.
"Thank-you. You see, my other friends are not here. They vent to some County Band thing. So, how are you Lizzie? I-am-sorry that I could not go to movies vith you. I vas very busy dat weekend. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, no it's okay Anna, I invited my friend Gordo to go, but it would have been fun if you'd gone."
"I not seen very many Ameri-can films so far. The ones dat they haf play in Germany," she paused, "In Muncha, are duvbed."
"What is 'Muncha'?" Lizzie asked.
Anna laughed. "I haf forgotten dat you Ameri-cans call it MUNE-ic, that is vrong. It is MUNE-cha. You know vhat I am tafing about, the city Munich?"
"Oh, I see," usually Lizzie loved hearing Anna talk about Germany and home, but right now, she was worried. Why on earth wasn't Gordo talking to her? Why didn't he sit with her at lunch?
"Is somefink vrong Liz-zie McGuire?"
"No, Anna. No, nothing's wrong, I'm just not hungry that's all."
"Ho vould ve hungry vith de food that you serf here? It is just bad."
"Yes, Anna, it is awful. School is awful all together." Especially, she thought, when you don't have a friend to get through it with.
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Updated soon as possible! Il est bonne, non? Il est tres travialle. Non?
Bonus points to the person who can translate it!!
(And fix my spelling too . oh jeez)
I'm with you, a Best Friend, and More.
Chapter 2 IS HE OUT OF HIS GOURD?
2. 3x + 6 -10 = 8
Lizzie stared at the question for a moment, and then realizing just what she had to do, reached for her pencil, which just because she was so lucky, slid right off her desk. She leaned down, but the metal bar that connected the chair to the desk got in her way.
"Gordo .. " She whispered, his desk was right next to hers. "Could you grab my pencil? Gordo?" He was ignoring her. Now granted, he did sort of get rapped up in his work sometimes, but STILL. "Gordo!" she whispered a bit louder. He was STILL ignoring her. "GORDO!!!" she half-shouted, so that everyone turned in their desks to look at her.
"Miss McGuire!" Boomed the voice of her math teacher, Mr. Molnar, "THIS IS A TEST!!"
"I .. I'm sorry sir .. it's just that .. my pencil, I couldn't reach it .. " She couldn't finish, because he cut her off,
"SILENCE!" He then turned away, back to his work, glancing up at her every so often.
Great, now she didn't have a pencil. She reached into her book bag and searched .. nothing. This was going to be a great day ....
--
"What'll it be?" asked the woman behind the counter, her plastic gloves shinning on her wrinkled hands.
Lizzie looked at her options, it was between 'Tacos" or a "Meatball Hoagie."
"Um .. I guess I'll have the tacos." She finally said, figuring that she would go get a bag of chips or a piece of cake or something to soothe her stomach instead.
"Do ya want rice?"
Lizzie glanced at the rice, it looked like it was rice soup, and the broth was butter. "Uh .. no thanks." She grabbed her tray, got a piece of marble cake, a bottle of water, a napkin, paid, and then ran to her seat, her normal table in the cafeteria, the one she always shared with Gordo. As she sat picking at her disgusting attempt at a taco, she watched for him to come out of lunch line. At long last, he appeared, holding his tray, two tacos with toppings lying sideways on his plate. But he didn't come over and sit at Lizzie's table, instead he went over and sat with, TUDGEMAN.
"Is he out of his GOURD?" Lizzie asked aloud, to know but herself.
"Is anyone sitt-ing here?" came a strange, accented voice. It was Anna, the German Exchange Student.
"Oh, no, go right ahead." Lizzie replied warmly.
"Thank-you. You see, my other friends are not here. They vent to some County Band thing. So, how are you Lizzie? I-am-sorry that I could not go to movies vith you. I vas very busy dat weekend. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, no it's okay Anna, I invited my friend Gordo to go, but it would have been fun if you'd gone."
"I not seen very many Ameri-can films so far. The ones dat they haf play in Germany," she paused, "In Muncha, are duvbed."
"What is 'Muncha'?" Lizzie asked.
Anna laughed. "I haf forgotten dat you Ameri-cans call it MUNE-ic, that is vrong. It is MUNE-cha. You know vhat I am tafing about, the city Munich?"
"Oh, I see," usually Lizzie loved hearing Anna talk about Germany and home, but right now, she was worried. Why on earth wasn't Gordo talking to her? Why didn't he sit with her at lunch?
"Is somefink vrong Liz-zie McGuire?"
"No, Anna. No, nothing's wrong, I'm just not hungry that's all."
"Ho vould ve hungry vith de food that you serf here? It is just bad."
"Yes, Anna, it is awful. School is awful all together." Especially, she thought, when you don't have a friend to get through it with.
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Updated soon as possible! Il est bonne, non? Il est tres travialle. Non?
Bonus points to the person who can translate it!!
(And fix my spelling too . oh jeez)
