The week flew by at an alarming rate. As fast as the week passed, that's
how fast it took the work to get harder in their classes. By Friday evening
they all had a couple of things they disliked about all of their classes
and Ms. Web only got worse. " I've never known any teacher in the whole
wide world to assign a project during the first week of school. Never."
Lizzie said while talking three-way to Gordo and Miranda Friday night. " I
know one teacher." Miranda said. " The Wicked Teacher of the West." Gordo
and Lizzie both laughed. " I can't believe a math teacher assigned a
project. How can you do a project on math?" Miranda asked.
"You know, the word for the phobia of long words is
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia?" Gordo said. "Really?" Miranda asked,
amused. Lizzie scoffed. " You guys, our project is due in a week! Don't you
think we should get started on it?" Lizzie asked. "Not really." Gordo said.
"I'm trying to finish the script for my new movie." Lizzie groaned. "You
know that little convo we had about you being my boyfriend so now you have
to agree with me?" She questioned Gordo
Gordo reluctantly answered "Yea."
"Ok then. Do it." Lizzie ordered. "Will I get a kissy?" He asked. Miranda
could practically see Lizzie smiling over the phone. "Yea, you will." She
said sounding a lot less cranky. "Can I get it now?" Gordo said. Again,
Miranda could tell that Lizzie was just beaming. "Yup!" Lizze said and
started making kissy noises. Miranda rolled her eyes and hung up.
~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
Lizzie woke up the next morning with a horrible headache and even more
horrible aching in her body. She was congested and her throat felt like it
was filled with twigs. Still in her pajamas and slippers she went
downstairs and sat down at the kitchen table. Her mom and dad were cooking
breakfast together: pancakes, sausage, and eggs. But instead of making her
mouth water it make her stomach churn. "Mom..." Lizzie began. " I think I'm
sick."
"Of what? Seeing your ugly face in the mirror every morning?" Her little
brother, Matt asked as he came downstairs. Lizzie tried to thing of
something equally mean but even her brain was sore. "You're lucky I'm
sick." Was all she could say.
Her mom came over and felt her forehead. "You don't have a fever." Mrs.
McGuire said. " I know but my forehead hurts...as a matter of fact,
everything hurts." Lizzie complained. "Jo, I don't think she's faking. I
mean, why play sick on Saturday?" Lizzie's dad said. " Awww, honey, it
sounds like you might have the flu. You better go back upstairs and get
some rest." Lizzie's mother said feeling Lizzie's forehead again. " Yeah,
keep those disgusting germs away from us." Matt chuckled as Lizzie headed
back upstairs.
~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
" I can't believe that Lizzie is gonna go and get all mad at us for not
wanting to work on the project and then when we do...she gets sick! That is
so like her!" Gordo complained as he and Miranda walked to the library,
carrying their bookbags for all the books they'd have to take home. "Give
her a break, Gordo. It's not like she wants to be sick." Miranda replied.
Gordo turned and looked at Miranda. He didn't like this. He didn't like it
at all. Alone with Miranda. He almost felt like he was going on a date. And
then he got mad at his self again. How could he see this as a date when he
was going out with Lizzie? He liked Lizzie, he liked her alot. Yet, he
couldn't understand why he was feeling this way about Miranda.
They walked the rest of the way to the library and when they got there they
began working on the project. All they had to do was type up a 3 page essay
on how algebra got started and other general information on algebra but it
was really hard to find information. The information they did find was
quite dull but luckily, Miranda had Gordo there to tell her amusing facts
about some of the things they found.
Miranda was sitting at a table in the library, cutting up a collage of
pictures for the title page of their essay when the accident happened.
While cutting the paper her index finger got in the way of the scissors and
without knowing it was there, she cut. " God damn it!!" She yelled, jumping
up and clasping her bleeding finger. Gordo turned around to see Miranda
standing there, one hand closed around the other, while blood slowly
dripped onto the table. "Oh my God, Miranda, what did you do?"
Miranda sharply sucked in air to try and take her mind off the pain. " I
was cutting out pictures and accidentally sliced my finger." She replied.
Gordo moved Miranda's fine hand away from the injured one and looked at the
cuts on both sides of her finger. "It's not that deep." He said after
examining it. "But you sure were working those scissors hard to get them to
cut your finger like that." Miranda just continued to breath sharply.
Then Gordo put her hand down and said "I'll ask the librarian if she has
anything to clean cuts and some band-aids. Back in a flash." And he ran
off. Miranda sat back down in her chair. She couldn't help feeling really
appreciative of Gordo at that moment. Even though she wasn't seriously
hurt, he still was still going to make sure she was ok. Lizzie was so
lucky. Gordo came back with band-aids and handwipes and cleared Miranda's
thoughts out of her head. She looked at the handwipes. "You think I'm gonna
clean my cuts with some hand wipes? Are you feelin' ok?" Miranda said
"No, I'm gonna clean your cuts 'cause you might not do it right since you
don't wanna cause yourself pain." Gordo said ripping open a pack of
handwipes. 'Lizzie is too lucky.' Miranda thought. Gordo started to dab one
of her cuts but Miranda pulled her hand away. " Man, Gordo that stings!"
She said not feeling quite so appreciative of him anymore. "Well, you gotta
clean it. You don't want it to get infected, do you?" He asked trying to
dab at her cut again. "Gordo what are the chances that this tiny cut is
gonna get infected and then make me sick?" She asked, sucking her air in as
Gordo dabbed at the second cut. "Actually, the chances aren't really that
low. About 1 in 100." He replied, but it didn't matter. He had finished
cleaning the cut.
Next he opened the package that contained a band-aid and stuck it to her
finger. "There." He said as he slowly rubbed the band-aid to make sure it
was sticking to her finger properly. He couldn't help but notice how soft
her hands were. She couldn't help but notice how gently he caressed her
hand. Miranda slowly looked up into his eyes. They were the most
magnificent sparkling blue color she had ever seen and once she stared into
them, she was locked. There was no way she would go back now. As if in slow
motion, they moved toward each other...closer...and closer they inched
towards each other...until their lips met.
how fast it took the work to get harder in their classes. By Friday evening
they all had a couple of things they disliked about all of their classes
and Ms. Web only got worse. " I've never known any teacher in the whole
wide world to assign a project during the first week of school. Never."
Lizzie said while talking three-way to Gordo and Miranda Friday night. " I
know one teacher." Miranda said. " The Wicked Teacher of the West." Gordo
and Lizzie both laughed. " I can't believe a math teacher assigned a
project. How can you do a project on math?" Miranda asked.
"You know, the word for the phobia of long words is
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia?" Gordo said. "Really?" Miranda asked,
amused. Lizzie scoffed. " You guys, our project is due in a week! Don't you
think we should get started on it?" Lizzie asked. "Not really." Gordo said.
"I'm trying to finish the script for my new movie." Lizzie groaned. "You
know that little convo we had about you being my boyfriend so now you have
to agree with me?" She questioned Gordo
Gordo reluctantly answered "Yea."
"Ok then. Do it." Lizzie ordered. "Will I get a kissy?" He asked. Miranda
could practically see Lizzie smiling over the phone. "Yea, you will." She
said sounding a lot less cranky. "Can I get it now?" Gordo said. Again,
Miranda could tell that Lizzie was just beaming. "Yup!" Lizze said and
started making kissy noises. Miranda rolled her eyes and hung up.
~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
Lizzie woke up the next morning with a horrible headache and even more
horrible aching in her body. She was congested and her throat felt like it
was filled with twigs. Still in her pajamas and slippers she went
downstairs and sat down at the kitchen table. Her mom and dad were cooking
breakfast together: pancakes, sausage, and eggs. But instead of making her
mouth water it make her stomach churn. "Mom..." Lizzie began. " I think I'm
sick."
"Of what? Seeing your ugly face in the mirror every morning?" Her little
brother, Matt asked as he came downstairs. Lizzie tried to thing of
something equally mean but even her brain was sore. "You're lucky I'm
sick." Was all she could say.
Her mom came over and felt her forehead. "You don't have a fever." Mrs.
McGuire said. " I know but my forehead hurts...as a matter of fact,
everything hurts." Lizzie complained. "Jo, I don't think she's faking. I
mean, why play sick on Saturday?" Lizzie's dad said. " Awww, honey, it
sounds like you might have the flu. You better go back upstairs and get
some rest." Lizzie's mother said feeling Lizzie's forehead again. " Yeah,
keep those disgusting germs away from us." Matt chuckled as Lizzie headed
back upstairs.
~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
" I can't believe that Lizzie is gonna go and get all mad at us for not
wanting to work on the project and then when we do...she gets sick! That is
so like her!" Gordo complained as he and Miranda walked to the library,
carrying their bookbags for all the books they'd have to take home. "Give
her a break, Gordo. It's not like she wants to be sick." Miranda replied.
Gordo turned and looked at Miranda. He didn't like this. He didn't like it
at all. Alone with Miranda. He almost felt like he was going on a date. And
then he got mad at his self again. How could he see this as a date when he
was going out with Lizzie? He liked Lizzie, he liked her alot. Yet, he
couldn't understand why he was feeling this way about Miranda.
They walked the rest of the way to the library and when they got there they
began working on the project. All they had to do was type up a 3 page essay
on how algebra got started and other general information on algebra but it
was really hard to find information. The information they did find was
quite dull but luckily, Miranda had Gordo there to tell her amusing facts
about some of the things they found.
Miranda was sitting at a table in the library, cutting up a collage of
pictures for the title page of their essay when the accident happened.
While cutting the paper her index finger got in the way of the scissors and
without knowing it was there, she cut. " God damn it!!" She yelled, jumping
up and clasping her bleeding finger. Gordo turned around to see Miranda
standing there, one hand closed around the other, while blood slowly
dripped onto the table. "Oh my God, Miranda, what did you do?"
Miranda sharply sucked in air to try and take her mind off the pain. " I
was cutting out pictures and accidentally sliced my finger." She replied.
Gordo moved Miranda's fine hand away from the injured one and looked at the
cuts on both sides of her finger. "It's not that deep." He said after
examining it. "But you sure were working those scissors hard to get them to
cut your finger like that." Miranda just continued to breath sharply.
Then Gordo put her hand down and said "I'll ask the librarian if she has
anything to clean cuts and some band-aids. Back in a flash." And he ran
off. Miranda sat back down in her chair. She couldn't help feeling really
appreciative of Gordo at that moment. Even though she wasn't seriously
hurt, he still was still going to make sure she was ok. Lizzie was so
lucky. Gordo came back with band-aids and handwipes and cleared Miranda's
thoughts out of her head. She looked at the handwipes. "You think I'm gonna
clean my cuts with some hand wipes? Are you feelin' ok?" Miranda said
"No, I'm gonna clean your cuts 'cause you might not do it right since you
don't wanna cause yourself pain." Gordo said ripping open a pack of
handwipes. 'Lizzie is too lucky.' Miranda thought. Gordo started to dab one
of her cuts but Miranda pulled her hand away. " Man, Gordo that stings!"
She said not feeling quite so appreciative of him anymore. "Well, you gotta
clean it. You don't want it to get infected, do you?" He asked trying to
dab at her cut again. "Gordo what are the chances that this tiny cut is
gonna get infected and then make me sick?" She asked, sucking her air in as
Gordo dabbed at the second cut. "Actually, the chances aren't really that
low. About 1 in 100." He replied, but it didn't matter. He had finished
cleaning the cut.
Next he opened the package that contained a band-aid and stuck it to her
finger. "There." He said as he slowly rubbed the band-aid to make sure it
was sticking to her finger properly. He couldn't help but notice how soft
her hands were. She couldn't help but notice how gently he caressed her
hand. Miranda slowly looked up into his eyes. They were the most
magnificent sparkling blue color she had ever seen and once she stared into
them, she was locked. There was no way she would go back now. As if in slow
motion, they moved toward each other...closer...and closer they inched
towards each other...until their lips met.