Disclaimer: No, I don't own Lizzie McGuire.
A/N: This story will switch a lot between different years. So, look at the beginning of each chapter for what year it is. The last chapter was all Senior. This one starts out as Senior, but goes into Freshman.
Reviews:
Crazychild15: Gordo is still the same smart guy, he's just been through a lot of things that have made him so much different. I don't know yet if I'm going to end it the way RSG (Rats Saw God - new abbreviation to save me time) does or not. I think more people would like it if I didn't end it the same way. That way isn't too me-like.
~Senior year~
I've been told since the beginning of any writing class to write what I know. Sometimes what you know just doesn't cut it. Sometimes what you know you don't understand. Sometimes what you know hasn't sunk in yet.
But, I still need this burden of writing a hundred pages to go away as fast as I can. Even if I'm no longer Gordo, A+ student extraordinaire, I can still be diligent if need be. And need be. I need to graduate. Even if I don't know what I want to do or where I want to go, I need to graduate.
I sat in front of a blank word processing screen for three minutes. Then, the screensaver kicked in and that stayed on for an hour. I just couldn't come up with anything that would interest anybody to read.
My old Creative Writing teacher always used to say that you couldn't be a true writer until you'd had your heart broken. I guess I'm a true writer now. I had never been hurt like I was in Hillridge.
~Freshman year~
My parents had called a family meeting in the family room of our house. I was rarely ever there, I was always out at somebody else's house, mostly Lizzie's, to avoid my parents at any cost. Not just because I was a teenager and teenagers hate their parents, but because everything they told me contradicted the other. Everything they did ended in argument. I guess that's why I didn't freak out when they had that fateful family meeting.
They were getting a divorce. My mom was moving to Seattle and my dad and I would stay in Hillridge. The next thing I knew, my mom's boxes were stacked up neatly in a U-Haul and she was leaving.
I was lucky enough to have my friends there for me. It really hurt to see my mom leave like that. I understood that it wasn't because of me, but I couldn't help feeling abandoned. They were the ones who kept me from feeling depressed and alone. They were there for me when I truly needed it. Most of the time.
I had known both Lizzie and Miranda for a very long time. They were always willing to listen to any complaints I had about anything. And I them. Naturally, when I first found out of my parents split, I called Lizzie.
She immediately asked me what was wrong and I told her everything. She always had this way with her where she could read me. Even when I wasn't standing in front of her. It was already nine at night when I called her, but she told me to come over anyway.
I'll never forget that night. She met me on the porch of her house and was already holding two glasses of water. She saw my distraught form and put the cups down on a nearby table. She came running down the stairs and wrapped me in a hug. She saw me truly cry for the first time that night. I know that she was scared because 'guys aren't supposed to cry', but Lizzie stayed calm throughout the night with me. Her parents let us stay out there, her continuously holding me, well into the middle of the night. I ended up crashing on her couch.
With my mom gone from the house, it seemed emptier than it ever had. My dad continued to work like his life depended on it and I saw him almost as much as I saw my mom. And he still lived with me.
I was okay with not having great parental structure in my life. They never were model parents. Lizzie's family, even Miranda's, was more my family than my blood ever could be.
~Senior year~
I handed in the first portion of whatever I was writing to Mr. Davis and went to see him the day after.
"Mr. Gordon, back so soon?" He glanced up at me.
"Wanted to know how I did."
"It's a great start, David." He sounded like every teacher does when they say that. Which they always do. But, he did do something I wasn't expecting. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out my pages, giving them back to me. They had blue ink comments written throughout. Nice touch.
I nodded my approval and he smiled. This guy wasn't so bad after all. "Now, go on. It's your lunch hour after all. I wouldn't want you to miss an opportunity to get high before class."
"Mr. Davis, are you accusing me of smoking?" I jokingly replied.
"If the glove fits, Mr. Gordon." And with a wave of his hand, I was back in the hall. Thrown back into the throng of Lincoln High School.
At least I can make it out to Lot. Normally, I could just drive away, but I need to bum today. Because I'm a senior in high school and I have expenses.
"Mikey." I said walking up behind a small group of friends all smoking.
"Yeah, Dave?" He replied, turning towards me.
"You know you wanna bum me one." He sighed and got out his pack. Handing over the cigarette and said, "You owe me." I nodded as I placed the cig to my lips and lit it.
"How's that Davis shit coming?"
"It sucks. But, I need it to graduate."
"Yeah. What are you writing about anyways?"
"Some shit. Hell if I remember." We all laughed. It was the common response. Either you're telling the truth and you really don't remember (a side effect of becoming a slacker. You're memory will start to go) or you're lying. No matter what there was always laughter though.
A/N: All in time. All in time.
A/N: This story will switch a lot between different years. So, look at the beginning of each chapter for what year it is. The last chapter was all Senior. This one starts out as Senior, but goes into Freshman.
Reviews:
Crazychild15: Gordo is still the same smart guy, he's just been through a lot of things that have made him so much different. I don't know yet if I'm going to end it the way RSG (Rats Saw God - new abbreviation to save me time) does or not. I think more people would like it if I didn't end it the same way. That way isn't too me-like.
~Senior year~
I've been told since the beginning of any writing class to write what I know. Sometimes what you know just doesn't cut it. Sometimes what you know you don't understand. Sometimes what you know hasn't sunk in yet.
But, I still need this burden of writing a hundred pages to go away as fast as I can. Even if I'm no longer Gordo, A+ student extraordinaire, I can still be diligent if need be. And need be. I need to graduate. Even if I don't know what I want to do or where I want to go, I need to graduate.
I sat in front of a blank word processing screen for three minutes. Then, the screensaver kicked in and that stayed on for an hour. I just couldn't come up with anything that would interest anybody to read.
My old Creative Writing teacher always used to say that you couldn't be a true writer until you'd had your heart broken. I guess I'm a true writer now. I had never been hurt like I was in Hillridge.
~Freshman year~
My parents had called a family meeting in the family room of our house. I was rarely ever there, I was always out at somebody else's house, mostly Lizzie's, to avoid my parents at any cost. Not just because I was a teenager and teenagers hate their parents, but because everything they told me contradicted the other. Everything they did ended in argument. I guess that's why I didn't freak out when they had that fateful family meeting.
They were getting a divorce. My mom was moving to Seattle and my dad and I would stay in Hillridge. The next thing I knew, my mom's boxes were stacked up neatly in a U-Haul and she was leaving.
I was lucky enough to have my friends there for me. It really hurt to see my mom leave like that. I understood that it wasn't because of me, but I couldn't help feeling abandoned. They were the ones who kept me from feeling depressed and alone. They were there for me when I truly needed it. Most of the time.
I had known both Lizzie and Miranda for a very long time. They were always willing to listen to any complaints I had about anything. And I them. Naturally, when I first found out of my parents split, I called Lizzie.
She immediately asked me what was wrong and I told her everything. She always had this way with her where she could read me. Even when I wasn't standing in front of her. It was already nine at night when I called her, but she told me to come over anyway.
I'll never forget that night. She met me on the porch of her house and was already holding two glasses of water. She saw my distraught form and put the cups down on a nearby table. She came running down the stairs and wrapped me in a hug. She saw me truly cry for the first time that night. I know that she was scared because 'guys aren't supposed to cry', but Lizzie stayed calm throughout the night with me. Her parents let us stay out there, her continuously holding me, well into the middle of the night. I ended up crashing on her couch.
With my mom gone from the house, it seemed emptier than it ever had. My dad continued to work like his life depended on it and I saw him almost as much as I saw my mom. And he still lived with me.
I was okay with not having great parental structure in my life. They never were model parents. Lizzie's family, even Miranda's, was more my family than my blood ever could be.
~Senior year~
I handed in the first portion of whatever I was writing to Mr. Davis and went to see him the day after.
"Mr. Gordon, back so soon?" He glanced up at me.
"Wanted to know how I did."
"It's a great start, David." He sounded like every teacher does when they say that. Which they always do. But, he did do something I wasn't expecting. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out my pages, giving them back to me. They had blue ink comments written throughout. Nice touch.
I nodded my approval and he smiled. This guy wasn't so bad after all. "Now, go on. It's your lunch hour after all. I wouldn't want you to miss an opportunity to get high before class."
"Mr. Davis, are you accusing me of smoking?" I jokingly replied.
"If the glove fits, Mr. Gordon." And with a wave of his hand, I was back in the hall. Thrown back into the throng of Lincoln High School.
At least I can make it out to Lot. Normally, I could just drive away, but I need to bum today. Because I'm a senior in high school and I have expenses.
"Mikey." I said walking up behind a small group of friends all smoking.
"Yeah, Dave?" He replied, turning towards me.
"You know you wanna bum me one." He sighed and got out his pack. Handing over the cigarette and said, "You owe me." I nodded as I placed the cig to my lips and lit it.
"How's that Davis shit coming?"
"It sucks. But, I need it to graduate."
"Yeah. What are you writing about anyways?"
"Some shit. Hell if I remember." We all laughed. It was the common response. Either you're telling the truth and you really don't remember (a side effect of becoming a slacker. You're memory will start to go) or you're lying. No matter what there was always laughter though.
A/N: All in time. All in time.