***Again, I am sorry I haven't updated in a few days, but life is hectic
and I am almost out of school. Please be patient, as this story is almost
finished.***
Chapter 10
Fight
This was Gordo's chance to say something. "Well, maybe she didn't win."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, life isn't over yet, and neither is high school. We could become friends again," Gordo said.
"Gordo," Lizzie started, but Gordo interrupted.
"No, Lizzie, listen to me," he said excitedly as he walked over to her and grabbed her arms tightly. "Miranda only thinks she won, but little does she know, the battle isn't over yet. You say you aren't happy with your friends, well I am not happy either. I also don't really care what people think. We could be friends again, Lizzie, I really believe that you and me have potential."
"Potential to be what?" Lizzie cried, "Potential to be the laughing stock of high school yet once again? Get shunned by the few true friends we have. In theory, that is a great idea, but in actuality, what about the results. High school is a game, Gordo, a game you either lose or win in life, and yet there are many things that set you back and people rooting for you to loose this game, Gordo. I hate to break it to you, but most everyone is rooting for you and me to loose this game, but I am determined to win. I really think the whole Lizzie/ Gordo thing is over, whether we like it or not. We have dealt with it this long, though, and I think we can deal with it for the rest of high school."
"It doesn't have to be that way, Lizzie," Gordo said, still holding Lizzie's shoulders.
"Will you let go of me? Of course it is the way it has to be. On Monday, as far as you and I are concerned, nothing happened. Maybe part of me, no most of me, does not want it that way, but that is the way society wants us, and I hate to say it, but society will get its way. Maybe if people weren't so judgmental in high school, we could be friends, but people will see this as an opportunity to say even more about me."
Gordo let go. "Well, I am sorry, Lizzie, but I just don't see it that way."
"Oh, then tell me, Gordo, how exactly do you see it?"
"I see it as two people who were once best friends in life crossing paths and making amends. There are bumps in life, but those are only what make you stronger. Maybe I misjudged you, though. Maybe you do care what people think, and this so- called image is only affecting you for the worse. You have to have faith, Lizzie, that this happened for a reason, and maybe that reason is that we are going to be friends after all. I don't know about you, but just talking with you have given me hope. Have you just given up hope, Lizzie? Are you hopeless? Because that is not the Lizzie McGuire I know growing up."
"Well I changed. We both changed. That is what happens in life, and my minor complaints are only minor, and there is no such thing as perfection. My friends need me and I can't just give them up."
"Well, maybe your friends can become my friends and my friends can become your friends, or we can just be friends with each other and friends with our friends. Please don't give up hope, Lizzie. Do you really want Miranda to taunt you for the rest of your life and go through life always wondering what it would be like if you and I were still friends. Obviously, life involves change, but it also involves chance. Are you willing to take that chance, Lizzie?
Chapter 10
Fight
This was Gordo's chance to say something. "Well, maybe she didn't win."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, life isn't over yet, and neither is high school. We could become friends again," Gordo said.
"Gordo," Lizzie started, but Gordo interrupted.
"No, Lizzie, listen to me," he said excitedly as he walked over to her and grabbed her arms tightly. "Miranda only thinks she won, but little does she know, the battle isn't over yet. You say you aren't happy with your friends, well I am not happy either. I also don't really care what people think. We could be friends again, Lizzie, I really believe that you and me have potential."
"Potential to be what?" Lizzie cried, "Potential to be the laughing stock of high school yet once again? Get shunned by the few true friends we have. In theory, that is a great idea, but in actuality, what about the results. High school is a game, Gordo, a game you either lose or win in life, and yet there are many things that set you back and people rooting for you to loose this game, Gordo. I hate to break it to you, but most everyone is rooting for you and me to loose this game, but I am determined to win. I really think the whole Lizzie/ Gordo thing is over, whether we like it or not. We have dealt with it this long, though, and I think we can deal with it for the rest of high school."
"It doesn't have to be that way, Lizzie," Gordo said, still holding Lizzie's shoulders.
"Will you let go of me? Of course it is the way it has to be. On Monday, as far as you and I are concerned, nothing happened. Maybe part of me, no most of me, does not want it that way, but that is the way society wants us, and I hate to say it, but society will get its way. Maybe if people weren't so judgmental in high school, we could be friends, but people will see this as an opportunity to say even more about me."
Gordo let go. "Well, I am sorry, Lizzie, but I just don't see it that way."
"Oh, then tell me, Gordo, how exactly do you see it?"
"I see it as two people who were once best friends in life crossing paths and making amends. There are bumps in life, but those are only what make you stronger. Maybe I misjudged you, though. Maybe you do care what people think, and this so- called image is only affecting you for the worse. You have to have faith, Lizzie, that this happened for a reason, and maybe that reason is that we are going to be friends after all. I don't know about you, but just talking with you have given me hope. Have you just given up hope, Lizzie? Are you hopeless? Because that is not the Lizzie McGuire I know growing up."
"Well I changed. We both changed. That is what happens in life, and my minor complaints are only minor, and there is no such thing as perfection. My friends need me and I can't just give them up."
"Well, maybe your friends can become my friends and my friends can become your friends, or we can just be friends with each other and friends with our friends. Please don't give up hope, Lizzie. Do you really want Miranda to taunt you for the rest of your life and go through life always wondering what it would be like if you and I were still friends. Obviously, life involves change, but it also involves chance. Are you willing to take that chance, Lizzie?