Argg, I hate what I did with Jeremy. I wish I could've developed his character a bit more in past chapters. Well anyways, there are gonna be at least a couple more original characters. One's introduced in next chapter. Hopefully they'll be more multi-dimensional than the J-man.
and I hope everyone had a very nice Thanksgiving!
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.Chapter 8 - Just Like the Movies pt. I.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Lizzie got home that afternoon, visibly startled and even more confused. She, Lizzie McGuire, is the pushover of all pushovers, the most agreeable person all her friends and family know, the one who helped her enemy in times of need; and didn't even like Danielle. If anyone else was in that kind of situation, they would have just called for help, nothing more. Why had Gordo gone through all the trouble of worrying about someone who didn't deserve it?
Sure, she felt bad for Danielle. It could be serious. She could become permanently disabled, mentally and physically. Maybe even die. Danielle didn't deserve it anymore than she did.Maybe this experience could open Danielle's eyes to the world she has been so cynical and cruel towards. It is, of course, in times of trial where someone's true nature shines glaringly through.
"Like Gordo." She said outloud. "Yeah... like Gordo."
She took a glance at her desk. Engulfed in random papers and notebooks, she noticed the small like crumpled piece of paper at the corner. She knows what it is. She got up from her spot on the bed and picked it up and reread it to herself. Lizzie smirked sarcasticly at the irony of the situation. Her persuit for goal number two had totally sidetracked her from goal number one. 'Funny how things work that way sometimes,' she thought to herself.
* * * *
Jeremy pulled into empty school parking lot. A heavy fog sat over Hillridge, impairing vision. Still relatively cool and dark outside, he put on his light sweatshirt and left his bookbag in the back seat. He stuffed the note in his back pocket. He walked over to the football field and scanned the bleachers for a figure. Finally spotting a body, he climbed the bleachers toward the slightly hunched over figure with a hood covering all of her face.
She looked up and he slightly recoiled backwards in surprise.
"Thought you'd never get here." she said, smiling.
"But I-I don't get it. Why are you here? and how come this note says
'Lizzie'?"
"You were never the sharpest tool in the shed, Jerry." She said with a voice smothered in fake innocence and sincerity. He internally winced at the sound of her voice.
* * * *
Lizzie opened her locker and found neatly placed on top of all her books, a note. A plain piece of notebook paper probably ripped out from a notebook sat there. She opened it and read.
"Lizzie,
Sorry Lizzie, but I can't make it tonight to hang out. But hopefully we're still on for Friday.
-Jeremy"
Slightly disappointed, she put it in her bookbag. Seeing that her night had freed up, she decided this was the time she will finally talk and apologize to Gordo.
* * * *
Mr. Jefferson struts into class a few seconds after the bell rings calmly. He calls the attention of the class, most of which were cramming last bits of information for their quiz today.
"Excuse me, class. I have some bad news and some good news. The bad news is the quiz is reschedule 'til Thursday, I know, I know. You guys did all that studying for nothing. Well, onto the good news. The Social Studies teachers have decided on a field trip destination. We've decided on New York City. It's gonna be roughly three nights two days in late December or early January. This trip is open for all sophmores with a passing average in History." Some students groaned sarcastically. He laughed. "All the details will be hacked out soon. So permission slips should be out by next week." He folded his hands together in front of him. "Onto the lesson plan, then."
She had tuned him out and focused on her very important doodle of what a dog would look like if one of its parents was an elephant. That is... until he said New York. She thought of romantic movies, like Serendipity. With thoughts of John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale skating around in the moonlit, winter New York night with snowflakes gently whirling around them.
'New York in winter - does a more romantic setting exist?' she mused. 'Too bad Jeremy couldn't come.' She said continuing her doodling.
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and I hope everyone had a very nice Thanksgiving!
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.Chapter 8 - Just Like the Movies pt. I.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Lizzie got home that afternoon, visibly startled and even more confused. She, Lizzie McGuire, is the pushover of all pushovers, the most agreeable person all her friends and family know, the one who helped her enemy in times of need; and didn't even like Danielle. If anyone else was in that kind of situation, they would have just called for help, nothing more. Why had Gordo gone through all the trouble of worrying about someone who didn't deserve it?
Sure, she felt bad for Danielle. It could be serious. She could become permanently disabled, mentally and physically. Maybe even die. Danielle didn't deserve it anymore than she did.Maybe this experience could open Danielle's eyes to the world she has been so cynical and cruel towards. It is, of course, in times of trial where someone's true nature shines glaringly through.
"Like Gordo." She said outloud. "Yeah... like Gordo."
She took a glance at her desk. Engulfed in random papers and notebooks, she noticed the small like crumpled piece of paper at the corner. She knows what it is. She got up from her spot on the bed and picked it up and reread it to herself. Lizzie smirked sarcasticly at the irony of the situation. Her persuit for goal number two had totally sidetracked her from goal number one. 'Funny how things work that way sometimes,' she thought to herself.
* * * *
Jeremy pulled into empty school parking lot. A heavy fog sat over Hillridge, impairing vision. Still relatively cool and dark outside, he put on his light sweatshirt and left his bookbag in the back seat. He stuffed the note in his back pocket. He walked over to the football field and scanned the bleachers for a figure. Finally spotting a body, he climbed the bleachers toward the slightly hunched over figure with a hood covering all of her face.
She looked up and he slightly recoiled backwards in surprise.
"Thought you'd never get here." she said, smiling.
"But I-I don't get it. Why are you here? and how come this note says
'Lizzie'?"
"You were never the sharpest tool in the shed, Jerry." She said with a voice smothered in fake innocence and sincerity. He internally winced at the sound of her voice.
* * * *
Lizzie opened her locker and found neatly placed on top of all her books, a note. A plain piece of notebook paper probably ripped out from a notebook sat there. She opened it and read.
"Lizzie,
Sorry Lizzie, but I can't make it tonight to hang out. But hopefully we're still on for Friday.
-Jeremy"
Slightly disappointed, she put it in her bookbag. Seeing that her night had freed up, she decided this was the time she will finally talk and apologize to Gordo.
* * * *
Mr. Jefferson struts into class a few seconds after the bell rings calmly. He calls the attention of the class, most of which were cramming last bits of information for their quiz today.
"Excuse me, class. I have some bad news and some good news. The bad news is the quiz is reschedule 'til Thursday, I know, I know. You guys did all that studying for nothing. Well, onto the good news. The Social Studies teachers have decided on a field trip destination. We've decided on New York City. It's gonna be roughly three nights two days in late December or early January. This trip is open for all sophmores with a passing average in History." Some students groaned sarcastically. He laughed. "All the details will be hacked out soon. So permission slips should be out by next week." He folded his hands together in front of him. "Onto the lesson plan, then."
She had tuned him out and focused on her very important doodle of what a dog would look like if one of its parents was an elephant. That is... until he said New York. She thought of romantic movies, like Serendipity. With thoughts of John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale skating around in the moonlit, winter New York night with snowflakes gently whirling around them.
'New York in winter - does a more romantic setting exist?' she mused. 'Too bad Jeremy couldn't come.' She said continuing her doodling.
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