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Chapter 13
At School
Ahh! Another day, another time to play, all at Hill Ridge High School. The students were buzzing and the teachers were keeping order in the classrooms. Ah! But not everything was okay, in fact something was astray in the halls of Hill Ridge High School on that particular mundane Monday.
It started before classes, in the halls of the buzzing teenagers. Some teachers could sense something, others tried to look for trouble, but something was going to happen to change this supposedly particular mundane Monday.
First, the freshman hallway was checked. Nothing out of the ordinary, except nervous and scattered freshmen, angry at the world that they had something like 600 school days until their high school careers were over. The teachers nodded their heads, and continued, as they knew that for the freshmen class, this particular day, to them, would just be another mundane Monday.
Then, the teachers went to the hall of Sophomores, the older grade of the lower classmen. Some with smiles, some with frowns, as they dreaded pop quizzes that would lessen the ease of this particular mundane Monday.
The teachers left, and headed to the hallway of juniors, in deep discussion and quick study sessions. The small chatters of college and grades were normal for a day like today, just another mundane Monday.
Without hesitation, the teachers moved on to the largest hallway of them all, the senior hallway. The hall of slackers and tardiness. At a first glance, things seemed pretty normal, perhaps too normal. While some were goofing off, others were chattering about the past weekend. But, certainly something had to be off to ruin the normalcy of that particular mundane Monday.
Since nothing seemed too eventful, the teachers passed it as a wrong sense of communication, and this Monday, would just be another Monday. How was your weekend? What's going on this week? What about next weekend? Stuff like this always filled the air on this kind of mundane Monday.
But as the teachers sensed in the first place, something was, in fact, astray about this particular mundane Monday. Not with the freshmen, sophomores, or even the juniors, but with the seniors, the next graduating class. Something in that hall was just not right on that particular mundane Monday.
Not necessarily obvious to an outsider, or even a teacher, but when two very different groups of people crossed paths that morning, the day took an unusual turn.
***
Lizzie woke up that day feeling confused. How would things change between a particular David Gordon and Elizabeth McGuire? Oh, boy, they didn't even know how different they would be by the end of this particular mundane Monday.
As her mom still took her car away from her, Lizzie was stuck on the school bus that morning. She didn't really talk about that weekend, but her parents could tell she seemed different after she came home.
It drizzled as she walked out to go to the bus. She got on the bus and looked around. There were a few people on the bus, mostly underclassmen, but one she didn't really expect to see. For in the very back row of the bus sat David Gordon, starring out the window.
Lizzie mustered all the courage she had and walked past all the people toward the front of the bus. Some bored people watched her walk to the back of the bus, but she walked and walked, until she was facing Gordo. Gordo didn't even look up. Lizzie cleared her throat and said, "Is anyone sitting next to you?"
Gordo looked away from the window, to see if what he heard was true, and yes, Lizzie McGuire was talking to him. Was this some sort of joke?
"Uh, no, this seat isn't taken," Gordo said, trying to sound calm, as if he were asked this by her everyday, and this was part of their mundane Monday routine.
Lizzie sat down beside her old best friend. Should she try and say something. What was there to say. She cleared her throat again. Gordo looked at her, "Listen, Gordo, I was thinking about things over the weekend, after we left the library, and I was hoping that we could try to be friends. I know we have a huge, somewhat bad past, but I really don't like, nor did I ever, enjoy not being your friend," she said.
Gordo looked out of the window, and said nothing. Despite this, Lizzie continued, "I was looking in an old book of mine and I found this quote," Lizzie said, and she handed him a small piece of folded paper.
Gordo took the paper, and opened it up to read, "Friends are like melons; shall I tell you why? To find one good you must a hundred try. -Claude Mermet" Gordo was confused. This quote said nothing about anything, "Are you saying I am a melon?" Gordo asked, finally.
"Yes, but not really. You see, you were my original favorite melon. I found you first, but then lost you, and then a few years and friends later, I found you again. This past weekend was a twist of fate, and it had to be a sign of some kind. But, Gordo, you were my one good melon, and I lost you for a few years. I don't want to loose you again," Lizzie said.
Gordo sighed. In the midst of all this melon rubbish, he agreed with her. Lizzie was always a really good friend, and he found this weekend enjoyable, "You know," Gordo said finally, a wise person once said, 'Friendship is like money, easier made than kept.'"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Lizzie said.
Gordo smiled, "It means, to me, that I guess we didn't keep our friendship, and I always regretted that."
"Then I guess we could call our friendship a loan from a bank, it was temporarily lost, but it was all paid back, in the end," Lizzie said.
"And I will never borrow money from a bank again," Gordo said.
"Good," Lizzie said, "Friends?"
Gordo smiled, "Yeah, I think the world could use a little more love in this world."
Lizzie smiled, "You really are the best melon I ever had."
"Right back at you," Gordo said.
Soon, the bus stopped, and they were at school. Lizzie got up from her seat, and so did Gordo. Lizzie took Gordo's hand, to Gordo's surprise and said, "Here's to new beginnings?"
"And old friendships," he said and he squeezed her hand.
So, they walked out of the bus and into the world, making a statement and lesson to all about making new friends and keeping the old, for one is silver and the other is gold.
***
So, to teachers who looked not hard enough at the senior hallway, nothing out of the ordinary happened, but others, as Lizzie and Gordo entered the hallway hand in hand gasped at the two as if they were subhuman. Friends of Lizzie walked up to them and friends of David walked up to them exclaiming things like, "what is going on?" and "why are you with him?" Lizzie and Gordo just walked past them, and smiled at each other. They felt like they were floating as they walked to their lockers. Right before a curious teacher closed his door, he heard a certain David Gordon say to Elizabeth McGuire, "So, now we are friends, do you want to try and be more?"
Lizzie smiled and blushed, for truthfully, this all seemed so dreamlike. And, even though she tried to get rid of it, she still had a crush on Gordo. It never left, it just strayed away. Lizzie smiled and said, "Sure."
So, for strangers and outsiders, today was pretty much full of normalcy, but for a few people, including Lizzie and Gordo, something big just happened. For as Miranda walked by to catch her next class, if she looked carefully, she could see her old best friends kissing. In fact, this was so not normal, Miranda did a double take. For she, as well as Lizzie and Gordo and all of their friends knew that this Monday was not just any other mundane Monday.
***
The End
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Chapter 13
At School
Ahh! Another day, another time to play, all at Hill Ridge High School. The students were buzzing and the teachers were keeping order in the classrooms. Ah! But not everything was okay, in fact something was astray in the halls of Hill Ridge High School on that particular mundane Monday.
It started before classes, in the halls of the buzzing teenagers. Some teachers could sense something, others tried to look for trouble, but something was going to happen to change this supposedly particular mundane Monday.
First, the freshman hallway was checked. Nothing out of the ordinary, except nervous and scattered freshmen, angry at the world that they had something like 600 school days until their high school careers were over. The teachers nodded their heads, and continued, as they knew that for the freshmen class, this particular day, to them, would just be another mundane Monday.
Then, the teachers went to the hall of Sophomores, the older grade of the lower classmen. Some with smiles, some with frowns, as they dreaded pop quizzes that would lessen the ease of this particular mundane Monday.
The teachers left, and headed to the hallway of juniors, in deep discussion and quick study sessions. The small chatters of college and grades were normal for a day like today, just another mundane Monday.
Without hesitation, the teachers moved on to the largest hallway of them all, the senior hallway. The hall of slackers and tardiness. At a first glance, things seemed pretty normal, perhaps too normal. While some were goofing off, others were chattering about the past weekend. But, certainly something had to be off to ruin the normalcy of that particular mundane Monday.
Since nothing seemed too eventful, the teachers passed it as a wrong sense of communication, and this Monday, would just be another Monday. How was your weekend? What's going on this week? What about next weekend? Stuff like this always filled the air on this kind of mundane Monday.
But as the teachers sensed in the first place, something was, in fact, astray about this particular mundane Monday. Not with the freshmen, sophomores, or even the juniors, but with the seniors, the next graduating class. Something in that hall was just not right on that particular mundane Monday.
Not necessarily obvious to an outsider, or even a teacher, but when two very different groups of people crossed paths that morning, the day took an unusual turn.
***
Lizzie woke up that day feeling confused. How would things change between a particular David Gordon and Elizabeth McGuire? Oh, boy, they didn't even know how different they would be by the end of this particular mundane Monday.
As her mom still took her car away from her, Lizzie was stuck on the school bus that morning. She didn't really talk about that weekend, but her parents could tell she seemed different after she came home.
It drizzled as she walked out to go to the bus. She got on the bus and looked around. There were a few people on the bus, mostly underclassmen, but one she didn't really expect to see. For in the very back row of the bus sat David Gordon, starring out the window.
Lizzie mustered all the courage she had and walked past all the people toward the front of the bus. Some bored people watched her walk to the back of the bus, but she walked and walked, until she was facing Gordo. Gordo didn't even look up. Lizzie cleared her throat and said, "Is anyone sitting next to you?"
Gordo looked away from the window, to see if what he heard was true, and yes, Lizzie McGuire was talking to him. Was this some sort of joke?
"Uh, no, this seat isn't taken," Gordo said, trying to sound calm, as if he were asked this by her everyday, and this was part of their mundane Monday routine.
Lizzie sat down beside her old best friend. Should she try and say something. What was there to say. She cleared her throat again. Gordo looked at her, "Listen, Gordo, I was thinking about things over the weekend, after we left the library, and I was hoping that we could try to be friends. I know we have a huge, somewhat bad past, but I really don't like, nor did I ever, enjoy not being your friend," she said.
Gordo looked out of the window, and said nothing. Despite this, Lizzie continued, "I was looking in an old book of mine and I found this quote," Lizzie said, and she handed him a small piece of folded paper.
Gordo took the paper, and opened it up to read, "Friends are like melons; shall I tell you why? To find one good you must a hundred try. -Claude Mermet" Gordo was confused. This quote said nothing about anything, "Are you saying I am a melon?" Gordo asked, finally.
"Yes, but not really. You see, you were my original favorite melon. I found you first, but then lost you, and then a few years and friends later, I found you again. This past weekend was a twist of fate, and it had to be a sign of some kind. But, Gordo, you were my one good melon, and I lost you for a few years. I don't want to loose you again," Lizzie said.
Gordo sighed. In the midst of all this melon rubbish, he agreed with her. Lizzie was always a really good friend, and he found this weekend enjoyable, "You know," Gordo said finally, a wise person once said, 'Friendship is like money, easier made than kept.'"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Lizzie said.
Gordo smiled, "It means, to me, that I guess we didn't keep our friendship, and I always regretted that."
"Then I guess we could call our friendship a loan from a bank, it was temporarily lost, but it was all paid back, in the end," Lizzie said.
"And I will never borrow money from a bank again," Gordo said.
"Good," Lizzie said, "Friends?"
Gordo smiled, "Yeah, I think the world could use a little more love in this world."
Lizzie smiled, "You really are the best melon I ever had."
"Right back at you," Gordo said.
Soon, the bus stopped, and they were at school. Lizzie got up from her seat, and so did Gordo. Lizzie took Gordo's hand, to Gordo's surprise and said, "Here's to new beginnings?"
"And old friendships," he said and he squeezed her hand.
So, they walked out of the bus and into the world, making a statement and lesson to all about making new friends and keeping the old, for one is silver and the other is gold.
***
So, to teachers who looked not hard enough at the senior hallway, nothing out of the ordinary happened, but others, as Lizzie and Gordo entered the hallway hand in hand gasped at the two as if they were subhuman. Friends of Lizzie walked up to them and friends of David walked up to them exclaiming things like, "what is going on?" and "why are you with him?" Lizzie and Gordo just walked past them, and smiled at each other. They felt like they were floating as they walked to their lockers. Right before a curious teacher closed his door, he heard a certain David Gordon say to Elizabeth McGuire, "So, now we are friends, do you want to try and be more?"
Lizzie smiled and blushed, for truthfully, this all seemed so dreamlike. And, even though she tried to get rid of it, she still had a crush on Gordo. It never left, it just strayed away. Lizzie smiled and said, "Sure."
So, for strangers and outsiders, today was pretty much full of normalcy, but for a few people, including Lizzie and Gordo, something big just happened. For as Miranda walked by to catch her next class, if she looked carefully, she could see her old best friends kissing. In fact, this was so not normal, Miranda did a double take. For she, as well as Lizzie and Gordo and all of their friends knew that this Monday was not just any other mundane Monday.
***
The End
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