Dancing on the Moon with You
Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie! I do own Isabelle and Jose, though! And I own Nikki!
Although I only have two review, I'm gonna write a chapter two. Both reviews were great, so. . .
Allie351: Thanks for the suggestion! I don't thinks so. I think Miranda is an only child on Lizzie McGuire, but hey! This is a fan fic! I'm the fan making it up!
Kat:im opting for realistic! Thanx! : )
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"Yo Miranda!" Nikki, a girl who seriously thinks she's ghetto but actually sounds fake yelled from down the hallway. "You're gonna have to get a pass."
I was late after pounding on the door for what seemed like half an hour. Mom, for some reason, didn't answer.
"Man!" I said. "The second bell rang already?"
"Yep." She said as she followed me to the office.
"Nice shirt, Miranda." Some punk kid said, sneering.
"Yeah, thanks." I said sarcastically as I looked down at my second favorite shirt, a Tupac shirt. "I really like your Nine Inch Nails Shirt. You know, the one you wear every other day."
Nikki was already walking out of the office with her late slip.
"Yo, I'll see you later." She said as she popped her gum.
I think I might hate her. She's seriously annoying. When someone says something funny, she's always five seconds late to laugh at it, and she laughs so loud the class next door wonders if we're having comedy hour instead of science.
I walked into the secretary's office, and immeadiatly regretted it. That lady hates me, and whenever I'm late(about twice a month), she always make them unexcused tardies. I'd have to come up with a good lie to get out of detention.
"Why are you late this time, Miss Sanchez?" she said sarcastically. "Overslept? Again?"
"No. I mean," I began, thinking quickly. "My cat ate my pillow, and then I had to run across the street to help my neighbor who was suddenly having her baby, and so I called the police because I didn't know who else to call, and my neighbor suddenly had her baby in the bathtub, and I had to clean all the nasty stuff off of it and then the ambulance came to drive her to the hospital, even though she already had the baby."
"What's the baby?" she asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
"A cute little baby boy." I said, not blinking an eye.
She glanced at me again, and then seemed to believe me. She scribbled something on my pink late slip, and handed it to me. As I walked out of the door, I looked at it. YES! Excused tardy! I am the bomb!
***
"You MUST be joking!" Lizzie whispered in health class, when we were supposed to be filling in our nervous system worksheets.
"I am so serious." I said.
"Maybe your mom was joking, Miranda." She said. "I mean, this IS Isabelle who's at question here!"
"Yeah, perfect Isabelle! Pregnant!" I said, not believing in fully myself. "But Mom was not joking. The look on her face said 'I am dead serious'."
"Is Isabelle going to marry Jose?" Lizzie asked, just as Coach Becker gave us a look that said 'shut up, NOW'.
We propped our health books up and began to whisper again.
"That's what I want to know!" I said. Jose and Isabelle don't seem quite like the type to get married. Isabelle is beautiful, smart, and excels at everything she does. Jose is good-looking, street smart, and most of the things he excels at I believe are from bribery and blackmail. Isabelle chose the exact opposite of herself, and he lives downtown.
"Elizabeth! Miranda! Stop talking unless you enjoy detention!" Coach Becker's voice sounded sharp and mad.
"I'll talk to you later, Lizzie." I whispered.
"'Kay." And she started to stare at the work sheet just like I was staring at it. Like it was in Korean, because I sure didn't understand it.
***
"What?!" Gordo said, practically spitting out the chicken he just bit into. "Not your sister? You mean some other Isabelle, right?"
I had decided to wait until lunch to tell Gordo the news. He was taking it pretty well. Or at least, better than I had. After Mom shut the door in my face, I choked on the bagel I was eating.
"Nope, the very same." Lizzie said. "Smart, pretty, all around great Isabelle!"
"How?" Gordo asked.
"Gordo!" I said, shocked. "They taught us all about this in the fifth grade! Don't you remember? Okay, when a guy likes a girl, th-"
"That's not what I meant!" He said, disgusted. "I mean. . . wow. Isabelle."
"Yep." I said. "Isabelle."
***
Do you like my story? Please review and tell me! And for any suggestions or things of that sort, email me at milla_matisse@yahoo.com!
Please review! And I don't want to hear any complaints about my story having a pregnancy. The girl is 19, and in college. She'll manage.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie! I do own Isabelle and Jose, though! And I own Nikki!
Although I only have two review, I'm gonna write a chapter two. Both reviews were great, so. . .
Allie351: Thanks for the suggestion! I don't thinks so. I think Miranda is an only child on Lizzie McGuire, but hey! This is a fan fic! I'm the fan making it up!
Kat:im opting for realistic! Thanx! : )
***
"Yo Miranda!" Nikki, a girl who seriously thinks she's ghetto but actually sounds fake yelled from down the hallway. "You're gonna have to get a pass."
I was late after pounding on the door for what seemed like half an hour. Mom, for some reason, didn't answer.
"Man!" I said. "The second bell rang already?"
"Yep." She said as she followed me to the office.
"Nice shirt, Miranda." Some punk kid said, sneering.
"Yeah, thanks." I said sarcastically as I looked down at my second favorite shirt, a Tupac shirt. "I really like your Nine Inch Nails Shirt. You know, the one you wear every other day."
Nikki was already walking out of the office with her late slip.
"Yo, I'll see you later." She said as she popped her gum.
I think I might hate her. She's seriously annoying. When someone says something funny, she's always five seconds late to laugh at it, and she laughs so loud the class next door wonders if we're having comedy hour instead of science.
I walked into the secretary's office, and immeadiatly regretted it. That lady hates me, and whenever I'm late(about twice a month), she always make them unexcused tardies. I'd have to come up with a good lie to get out of detention.
"Why are you late this time, Miss Sanchez?" she said sarcastically. "Overslept? Again?"
"No. I mean," I began, thinking quickly. "My cat ate my pillow, and then I had to run across the street to help my neighbor who was suddenly having her baby, and so I called the police because I didn't know who else to call, and my neighbor suddenly had her baby in the bathtub, and I had to clean all the nasty stuff off of it and then the ambulance came to drive her to the hospital, even though she already had the baby."
"What's the baby?" she asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
"A cute little baby boy." I said, not blinking an eye.
She glanced at me again, and then seemed to believe me. She scribbled something on my pink late slip, and handed it to me. As I walked out of the door, I looked at it. YES! Excused tardy! I am the bomb!
***
"You MUST be joking!" Lizzie whispered in health class, when we were supposed to be filling in our nervous system worksheets.
"I am so serious." I said.
"Maybe your mom was joking, Miranda." She said. "I mean, this IS Isabelle who's at question here!"
"Yeah, perfect Isabelle! Pregnant!" I said, not believing in fully myself. "But Mom was not joking. The look on her face said 'I am dead serious'."
"Is Isabelle going to marry Jose?" Lizzie asked, just as Coach Becker gave us a look that said 'shut up, NOW'.
We propped our health books up and began to whisper again.
"That's what I want to know!" I said. Jose and Isabelle don't seem quite like the type to get married. Isabelle is beautiful, smart, and excels at everything she does. Jose is good-looking, street smart, and most of the things he excels at I believe are from bribery and blackmail. Isabelle chose the exact opposite of herself, and he lives downtown.
"Elizabeth! Miranda! Stop talking unless you enjoy detention!" Coach Becker's voice sounded sharp and mad.
"I'll talk to you later, Lizzie." I whispered.
"'Kay." And she started to stare at the work sheet just like I was staring at it. Like it was in Korean, because I sure didn't understand it.
***
"What?!" Gordo said, practically spitting out the chicken he just bit into. "Not your sister? You mean some other Isabelle, right?"
I had decided to wait until lunch to tell Gordo the news. He was taking it pretty well. Or at least, better than I had. After Mom shut the door in my face, I choked on the bagel I was eating.
"Nope, the very same." Lizzie said. "Smart, pretty, all around great Isabelle!"
"How?" Gordo asked.
"Gordo!" I said, shocked. "They taught us all about this in the fifth grade! Don't you remember? Okay, when a guy likes a girl, th-"
"That's not what I meant!" He said, disgusted. "I mean. . . wow. Isabelle."
"Yep." I said. "Isabelle."
***
Do you like my story? Please review and tell me! And for any suggestions or things of that sort, email me at milla_matisse@yahoo.com!
Please review! And I don't want to hear any complaints about my story having a pregnancy. The girl is 19, and in college. She'll manage.