Dancing on the Moon with You
Disclaimer: Nada!
I'm writing another story! Yay! Well, I thought DigiChat was the only story I'd ever write, but thee aren't a lot of stories about Miranda so.here goes!
This story is in Miranda's POV. She's 14, still, and it's March. The gang is still in 8th grade, so Dear Lizzie, the murder mystery episode, Bye Bye Hillridge Junior High and The Lizzie Movie never happened. I'm going to try to make this story more realistic than DigiChat is!
This is just a test chapter! That's why it's so short! If I get good reviews I'll continue! If not. . . I'll stop writing. : )
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"Miranda!" My mom yelled.
I was in the closet, trying to get ready for school. It was 8:09, and in six minutes I'd be officially late for school. My mom is always getting on me for not picking my clothes out the night before school.
"What is the worst thing that Isabelle could do right now?" My mom asked as she fried eggs in the kitchen.
"Set the bathroom on fire and yell 'ding dong the witch is dead, hallelujah!'?" I said, throwing my flowery skirt in the back of my walk in closet.
"Seriously!" my mom said, sounding slightly irritated.
"Uh," I said, wondering why I had no clean socks left. "Get married to Jose, get in a car crash, drop out of college, become a druggie, or have a baby."
I wasn't joking about Jose, but I was about becoming a druggie, dropping out, and the baby. Isabelle is too smart to have a baby right now, and she'd never touch drugs. She was in her first year at UCLA, and she is super smart. Smart enough to make me almost hate her. Not in a real hate her way, but in a jealous way. She was on 'A' honor roll ever since 7th grade, she was the captain of the soccer team in high school, was the head cheerleader, and she was an excellent horseback rider.
I can play the violin.
I mean, seriously. She has these blue ribbons for winning stuff, and I have violin lessons. I hate it. My parents think I'm good at it, and even sent me to a music camp two years ago. I hate the violin, and I'm currently trying to think of a way to destroy it.
"Exactly!" my mom said. She obviously didn't get my great sense of humor. Ah well. I'm often misunderstood anyways.
"Mom! The only socks I have left are a frilly pink sock and a sock with Mrs. Claus' face on it!" I yelled as I yanked myself into a pair of jeans.
"That's nice, Ri-ri." She said, obviously not really paying attention to me."
"Hey mom! This boy named Ethan from my school asked me to ski school with him today and go to a bar instead." I said as I pulled my 'RIP Tupac' shirt on.
"How nice." She said.
I walked into Isabelle's room and took a pair of her socks. She'd never know. She wouldn't be back until the weekend, and I'd wash them when I got home today.
I walked into the kitchen, grabbed the bagel mom had already put cream cheese on but was just staring at it, and took a bite out of it.
"Hey Ma," I said, with my mouth still full. "Come lock me out, 'kay?"
"You say something Ri-ri?" Mom said, suddenly snapping to attention.
"Yeah. Come lock the door behind me, please." I said, frustrated. What's wrong with my mom?
I ran down the stairs and yanked on my cute new boots. I kissed Mom goodbye, and then looked at her face. She seemed really preoccupied. I took a bite of my bagel.
"Are you okay, Mom?" I said after I swallowed my bagel.
She looked at me, with a sad sort of look on her face.
"Isabelle is pregnant." and she shut the door in my face.
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This is a test chapter, which is why it's so short! I'm sorry I haven't updated DigiChat lately; I'll do that right after I put this chapter up!
Do you like the start? This isn't another sad teen pregnancy story. It's about Miranda coping with changes in her family, friendships, boys, and trying not to be in Isabelle's shadow for the rest of her life. The whole story isn't about Isabelle being pregnant, it's about Miranda!
REVIEW IF YOU WANT MORE!!!
Disclaimer: Nada!
I'm writing another story! Yay! Well, I thought DigiChat was the only story I'd ever write, but thee aren't a lot of stories about Miranda so.here goes!
This story is in Miranda's POV. She's 14, still, and it's March. The gang is still in 8th grade, so Dear Lizzie, the murder mystery episode, Bye Bye Hillridge Junior High and The Lizzie Movie never happened. I'm going to try to make this story more realistic than DigiChat is!
This is just a test chapter! That's why it's so short! If I get good reviews I'll continue! If not. . . I'll stop writing. : )
***
"Miranda!" My mom yelled.
I was in the closet, trying to get ready for school. It was 8:09, and in six minutes I'd be officially late for school. My mom is always getting on me for not picking my clothes out the night before school.
"What is the worst thing that Isabelle could do right now?" My mom asked as she fried eggs in the kitchen.
"Set the bathroom on fire and yell 'ding dong the witch is dead, hallelujah!'?" I said, throwing my flowery skirt in the back of my walk in closet.
"Seriously!" my mom said, sounding slightly irritated.
"Uh," I said, wondering why I had no clean socks left. "Get married to Jose, get in a car crash, drop out of college, become a druggie, or have a baby."
I wasn't joking about Jose, but I was about becoming a druggie, dropping out, and the baby. Isabelle is too smart to have a baby right now, and she'd never touch drugs. She was in her first year at UCLA, and she is super smart. Smart enough to make me almost hate her. Not in a real hate her way, but in a jealous way. She was on 'A' honor roll ever since 7th grade, she was the captain of the soccer team in high school, was the head cheerleader, and she was an excellent horseback rider.
I can play the violin.
I mean, seriously. She has these blue ribbons for winning stuff, and I have violin lessons. I hate it. My parents think I'm good at it, and even sent me to a music camp two years ago. I hate the violin, and I'm currently trying to think of a way to destroy it.
"Exactly!" my mom said. She obviously didn't get my great sense of humor. Ah well. I'm often misunderstood anyways.
"Mom! The only socks I have left are a frilly pink sock and a sock with Mrs. Claus' face on it!" I yelled as I yanked myself into a pair of jeans.
"That's nice, Ri-ri." She said, obviously not really paying attention to me."
"Hey mom! This boy named Ethan from my school asked me to ski school with him today and go to a bar instead." I said as I pulled my 'RIP Tupac' shirt on.
"How nice." She said.
I walked into Isabelle's room and took a pair of her socks. She'd never know. She wouldn't be back until the weekend, and I'd wash them when I got home today.
I walked into the kitchen, grabbed the bagel mom had already put cream cheese on but was just staring at it, and took a bite out of it.
"Hey Ma," I said, with my mouth still full. "Come lock me out, 'kay?"
"You say something Ri-ri?" Mom said, suddenly snapping to attention.
"Yeah. Come lock the door behind me, please." I said, frustrated. What's wrong with my mom?
I ran down the stairs and yanked on my cute new boots. I kissed Mom goodbye, and then looked at her face. She seemed really preoccupied. I took a bite of my bagel.
"Are you okay, Mom?" I said after I swallowed my bagel.
She looked at me, with a sad sort of look on her face.
"Isabelle is pregnant." and she shut the door in my face.
***
This is a test chapter, which is why it's so short! I'm sorry I haven't updated DigiChat lately; I'll do that right after I put this chapter up!
Do you like the start? This isn't another sad teen pregnancy story. It's about Miranda coping with changes in her family, friendships, boys, and trying not to be in Isabelle's shadow for the rest of her life. The whole story isn't about Isabelle being pregnant, it's about Miranda!
REVIEW IF YOU WANT MORE!!!