Lizzie entered her hotel room and immediately threw herself on the bed. It
was 1:00 a.m. and she had just flown into San Francisco from Boston. She
was in San Francisco to cover a big criminal trial for the Boston Globe.
After graduating from Boston University, Lizzie landed a one year fellowship to work as an intern for an established reporter. Lizzie decided early in high school that her career goal was to become a reporter for a major newspaper, while at the same time she would try to cultivate and develop her real passion: writing romance novels. She even had her pen name picked out already: it would be Hilary Duff. The day she came up with that name, she had thought, *Hilary Duff* sounds soooo like someone who'd romance novels with titles like "Passion in Paradise: A Love Story in the Carribeans" and "A Parisian Night of Passion To Remember."
Lizzie's favorite word was "passion," and so her already made up titles for her future romance novels all had derivations of the word "passion" in them.
As Lizzie rested on her bed, she was trying to come up with more romance novel titles, and she also thought about the unusual day she had exactly one week ago.
******************One Week Ago**********************
On a beautifully crisp October Sunday, Lizzie and her friend Miranda were walking around Harvard Square in Boston. Miranda Sanchez, her best friend from middle school, was her roommate in Boston. After high school, like Lizzie, Miranda also decided to attend Boston University. And, just like Lizzie, after she graduated from college, she stayed in Boston to work as a publicist for a recording company.
Lizzie and Miranda were walking past the street musicians when they came across a gypsy fortune teller. She was dressed in stereotypical gypsy clothes, with a colorful bandanna wrapped tightly around her head, and with her very own crystal ball to boot. She had a sign which read, " Fortunes Read: $10." They looked at with her with curious bemusement, because she reminded both of them of the wicked witch from the Wizard of Oz. They were about to walk right past her when all of a sudden, the fortune teller yelled, "you two! STOP!!"
Startled, Lizzie and Miranda turned to the fortune teller. Lizzie said, "Are you talking to us?"
"Yeeess. I'm talking to you. Let me read your fortune." The woman looked straight into Lizzie's eyes with a stare so piercing and eerie that Lizzie had to break eye contact right away.
"Uh, look, we don't have any spare cash, so I'm sorry, no fortune reading for us today," said Lizzie.
"Yeah, sorry," chimed Miranda.
Lizzie and Miranda turned to walk away, when the fortune teller said in a sly yet booming voice, "But Lizzie, don't you want to know about your destiny?"
Lizzie turned back to the fortune teller and with a quivering in her voice revealing her surprise said, "Wait? How do you know my name?"
Miranda looked at Lizzie with a quizzical stare. She hadn't mentioned Lizzie's name at all.
"Well, don't you want your fortune read or not?" asked the fortune teller, with a visible impatience.
Lizzie looked at Miranda. "Hey, can you lend my ten dollars?" Miranda dug into her purse and found a wrinkled ten dollar bill. She handed the bill to the fortune teller.
"Thank you. Now, let me look into my crystal ball and let's see where your destiny lies, Lizzie McGuire," said the fortune teller.
Wait, now, how in the world does she know my last name, too? Either this woman was a true psychic or an amazing con artist.
"Of course I'm a psychic, Lizzie McGuire! What do you think I am, chopped liver?" retorted the fortune teller.
Wait a minute, did she just read my mind???? Lizzie was completely bewildered yet utterly fascinated by this strange woman. She just had to hear what she have to say about her "destiny."
The fortune teller stared intently into her crystal ball, looking as if she could break the ball with her sheer will. After a minute had passed, the fortune teller started humming, as if she were in a trance. Lizzie and Miranda looked on, hypnotized by what they were seeing.
Then suddenly, the fortune teller looked up from the crystal ball and looked straight through Lizzie's eyes and into her heart, and with a oddly monotone, possessed voice, the woman started to read Lizzie's fortune. "You Lizzie McGuire, will be going on a trip soon. You will have a choice. Go west, young woman!"
Lizzie took in every word, absolutely fixated by what was transpiring.
The fortune teller continued. "You have a Soul Spirit, searching for you. He is your destiny. He is your true love. He is.."
Lizzie's eyes were wide open with anticipation. "yes? He is?" He is.what?"
"He is named Adam."
"Oh." said a disappointed Lizzie. Adam? Who's Adam? At least she didn't say it was Stewart, thought Lizzie, because Lizzie and Stewart had broken up several months ago. During the summer, Lizzie drove up to Connecticut to surprise Stewart at his school. She went there, only to walk into his house to find him in bed with another woman. Lizzie hadn't been the same since; she was still emotionally shaken up by Stewart's betrayal. Gordo had been right all long.
Lizzie also was disappointed, because, well, she had half-expected, half- wished that the fortune teller had said Gordo's name.
"When will I meet him, this Adam guy?" asked Lizzie.
"SHHHH!! I'm concentrating!!"
"Oh-oh, I'm sorry. Go-go ahead, keep, uh, doing whatever you're doing."
The fortune teller continued. "Your true love is Adam. You will know it is him because he will say to you, "mouse is stuck on my hand."
"Huuhhh?" wondered Lizzie. What in the world does that mean, mouse is stuck on my hand??? That's so unromantic! This is ridiculous, this isn't real. I just wasted Miranda's ten dollars, thought Lizzie.
"Okay. That's all I have for you, Lizzie McGuire. Now, go!"
With that said, Lizzie and Miranda left the gypsy fortune teller, confused and very dazed, not sure about what exactly had happened just a few moments ago.
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Lizzie stared at the hotel room ceiling, running over and over again in her head what the fortune teller woman had told her: that her true love is named Adam; that he'll say to her, "mouse is stuck on my hand"; and that she was about to travel soon.
The fortune teller had been right about the traveling part. A few days after the run in with the fortune teller, Lizzie had been given an option of doing an assignment either in San Francisco or in New York City. When told about this choice, Lizzie immediately thought about what the fortune teller had told her: go west! She chose the San Francisco assignment, even though she would've rather have gone to New York, just because, well, just because, what if the fortune teller was right? And that's why she was here, in a hotel in the heart of San Francisco, wondering about fortunes, destiny, a stuck mouse, true love, and of course, about Adam.
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Author's note: Okay, this is chapter two of the story. Please read and review! Let me know what you think! Thanks!
After graduating from Boston University, Lizzie landed a one year fellowship to work as an intern for an established reporter. Lizzie decided early in high school that her career goal was to become a reporter for a major newspaper, while at the same time she would try to cultivate and develop her real passion: writing romance novels. She even had her pen name picked out already: it would be Hilary Duff. The day she came up with that name, she had thought, *Hilary Duff* sounds soooo like someone who'd romance novels with titles like "Passion in Paradise: A Love Story in the Carribeans" and "A Parisian Night of Passion To Remember."
Lizzie's favorite word was "passion," and so her already made up titles for her future romance novels all had derivations of the word "passion" in them.
As Lizzie rested on her bed, she was trying to come up with more romance novel titles, and she also thought about the unusual day she had exactly one week ago.
******************One Week Ago**********************
On a beautifully crisp October Sunday, Lizzie and her friend Miranda were walking around Harvard Square in Boston. Miranda Sanchez, her best friend from middle school, was her roommate in Boston. After high school, like Lizzie, Miranda also decided to attend Boston University. And, just like Lizzie, after she graduated from college, she stayed in Boston to work as a publicist for a recording company.
Lizzie and Miranda were walking past the street musicians when they came across a gypsy fortune teller. She was dressed in stereotypical gypsy clothes, with a colorful bandanna wrapped tightly around her head, and with her very own crystal ball to boot. She had a sign which read, " Fortunes Read: $10." They looked at with her with curious bemusement, because she reminded both of them of the wicked witch from the Wizard of Oz. They were about to walk right past her when all of a sudden, the fortune teller yelled, "you two! STOP!!"
Startled, Lizzie and Miranda turned to the fortune teller. Lizzie said, "Are you talking to us?"
"Yeeess. I'm talking to you. Let me read your fortune." The woman looked straight into Lizzie's eyes with a stare so piercing and eerie that Lizzie had to break eye contact right away.
"Uh, look, we don't have any spare cash, so I'm sorry, no fortune reading for us today," said Lizzie.
"Yeah, sorry," chimed Miranda.
Lizzie and Miranda turned to walk away, when the fortune teller said in a sly yet booming voice, "But Lizzie, don't you want to know about your destiny?"
Lizzie turned back to the fortune teller and with a quivering in her voice revealing her surprise said, "Wait? How do you know my name?"
Miranda looked at Lizzie with a quizzical stare. She hadn't mentioned Lizzie's name at all.
"Well, don't you want your fortune read or not?" asked the fortune teller, with a visible impatience.
Lizzie looked at Miranda. "Hey, can you lend my ten dollars?" Miranda dug into her purse and found a wrinkled ten dollar bill. She handed the bill to the fortune teller.
"Thank you. Now, let me look into my crystal ball and let's see where your destiny lies, Lizzie McGuire," said the fortune teller.
Wait, now, how in the world does she know my last name, too? Either this woman was a true psychic or an amazing con artist.
"Of course I'm a psychic, Lizzie McGuire! What do you think I am, chopped liver?" retorted the fortune teller.
Wait a minute, did she just read my mind???? Lizzie was completely bewildered yet utterly fascinated by this strange woman. She just had to hear what she have to say about her "destiny."
The fortune teller stared intently into her crystal ball, looking as if she could break the ball with her sheer will. After a minute had passed, the fortune teller started humming, as if she were in a trance. Lizzie and Miranda looked on, hypnotized by what they were seeing.
Then suddenly, the fortune teller looked up from the crystal ball and looked straight through Lizzie's eyes and into her heart, and with a oddly monotone, possessed voice, the woman started to read Lizzie's fortune. "You Lizzie McGuire, will be going on a trip soon. You will have a choice. Go west, young woman!"
Lizzie took in every word, absolutely fixated by what was transpiring.
The fortune teller continued. "You have a Soul Spirit, searching for you. He is your destiny. He is your true love. He is.."
Lizzie's eyes were wide open with anticipation. "yes? He is?" He is.what?"
"He is named Adam."
"Oh." said a disappointed Lizzie. Adam? Who's Adam? At least she didn't say it was Stewart, thought Lizzie, because Lizzie and Stewart had broken up several months ago. During the summer, Lizzie drove up to Connecticut to surprise Stewart at his school. She went there, only to walk into his house to find him in bed with another woman. Lizzie hadn't been the same since; she was still emotionally shaken up by Stewart's betrayal. Gordo had been right all long.
Lizzie also was disappointed, because, well, she had half-expected, half- wished that the fortune teller had said Gordo's name.
"When will I meet him, this Adam guy?" asked Lizzie.
"SHHHH!! I'm concentrating!!"
"Oh-oh, I'm sorry. Go-go ahead, keep, uh, doing whatever you're doing."
The fortune teller continued. "Your true love is Adam. You will know it is him because he will say to you, "mouse is stuck on my hand."
"Huuhhh?" wondered Lizzie. What in the world does that mean, mouse is stuck on my hand??? That's so unromantic! This is ridiculous, this isn't real. I just wasted Miranda's ten dollars, thought Lizzie.
"Okay. That's all I have for you, Lizzie McGuire. Now, go!"
With that said, Lizzie and Miranda left the gypsy fortune teller, confused and very dazed, not sure about what exactly had happened just a few moments ago.
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Lizzie stared at the hotel room ceiling, running over and over again in her head what the fortune teller woman had told her: that her true love is named Adam; that he'll say to her, "mouse is stuck on my hand"; and that she was about to travel soon.
The fortune teller had been right about the traveling part. A few days after the run in with the fortune teller, Lizzie had been given an option of doing an assignment either in San Francisco or in New York City. When told about this choice, Lizzie immediately thought about what the fortune teller had told her: go west! She chose the San Francisco assignment, even though she would've rather have gone to New York, just because, well, just because, what if the fortune teller was right? And that's why she was here, in a hotel in the heart of San Francisco, wondering about fortunes, destiny, a stuck mouse, true love, and of course, about Adam.
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Author's note: Okay, this is chapter two of the story. Please read and review! Let me know what you think! Thanks!