Hey people! I finally updated! Look! Chapter 6! :P Sorry it took so long. I started basketball season and my free time was limited. I'd get home from school at 6:00 normal days and 9:00-9:30 game days and then I had Pre- Algebra homework everyday. Basketball season just ended last week and I decided to update my stories. I added one on Fictionpress.com too. Check it out! It's called 'I'm With You' and I'm thinking about making it into a chapter fic.

This might be the last update for awhile. I'm going through some emotional problems at the moment and only feel like writing Angst stories. I am working on another story at the moment, but I'm not going to post it for awhile. I'll write 10 chapters and then post the first one. After I post the first ten chappies, I'll work on the next 10 and so on. It's gonna be LOOOOOONG. No name for it yet, so just look out for one of my stories!

Oh! BTW, if there are any Lord of the Rings fans out there, I'd just like to say the soundtrack for Return of the King ROX! Yeah, that's it from me... Oh! One more thing! I'd like to introduce you to Bob-George. Say Hi Bob- George!

Bob-George: Hi Bob-George!

He will be helping me with all my disclaimers and if I need to reply to any reviews. This is his disclaimer for me! Ready people! Go for it Bob-George!

Bob-George: Right-o! Bumble-Bee does not own Lizzie Mcguire or Pirates of the Caribbean or any characters related to those subjects...although she wishes she owned her very own Will Turner, and blabs about it to me constantly. I just wish she'd shut up about him once and awhile...

Okay Bob-George! That's enough! And without further ado, School Days part 2!

Bob-George: Wow! She's a poet!

Shut up Bob-George.

Life, Love, and Lizzie

*~&~*Lizzie*~&~*

I half walked, half jogged to my second hour class. I had Social Studies with Miranda and Gaia. We all had Choir first hour which went by pretty uneventful except that I had to practically beat up Jolie for flirting with my boyfriend and the choir teacher had to talk to me. She said I looked, and sounded like a girl she had seen on the IMVA's two years ago. I decided not to ruin the surprise.

I got into the classroom and was greeted by...monkeys? There were monkey stuffed animals, monkey posters, monkey trinkets, even monkey tissues! I looked around the room at all of the monkey posters. Sure enough, my favorite monkey was placed on the wall.

::Toon Lizzie: Yeah! Go Jack!::

I smiled at the poster, remembering an argument Miranda and I had had in the summer of 8th grade.

*~:*~: FLASHBACK :~*:~*

"Da na na na na na na na na na na....and really bad eggs...drink up me 'earties yo ho!" Johnny Depp finished the movie with the song.

Miranda leaned back against the back of the couch and sighed. "Johnny Depp is soooooo cute"

(Remember when guys used to be cute, not hot.)

"You're a freak! Orli all the way!" I smiled imagining a mental picture of the blacksmith gone pirate.

"No way! Johnny is so awesome! I mean, he escaped the entire Royal Navy! What was Orlando doing at the time? Making swords!"

"Well, at least Orlando doesn't look drunk all the time!" I stood up mimicking Johnny's character, Jack Sparrow.

"Orlando got knocked out with a cup! A cup!" She also stood, pretended to be hit in the head and fell back onto the couch.

"Note the fact that Will Turner hasn't been marooned on an island once, while Jack Sparrow-"

"Captain! Captain Jack Sparrow!" Miranda interrupted.

"Yeah whatever, but Jack was marooned TWICE!"

"So? Jack beat Will in a sword fight!"

"He cheated!" I exclaimed.

"Pirate." She said.

"He still cheated!"

"No he didn't!"

"Yes he did!"

"Didn't!"

"Did!"

"DIDN'T!"

"DID!"

We glared at each other. I suddenly realized what we were fighting about, and started laughing. Miranda soon joined me and before we knew it we were rolling around on the floor, laughing until we cried.

When we got control of our laughter, I said, "I'm sorry Miranda. Once again, we're fighting over guys."

She smiled, "'Tis fine."

I smiled and hugged her. In doing so, I saw the screen again. The credits had just ended and Jack, the monkey, had appeared on screen. "Miranda! Look! There's more!"

She whipped around to see the screen. The monkey took a gold coin out of the box and we both exclaimed, "Jack's the best character!" We laughed at our compromise.

*~:*~: END FLASHBACK :~*:~*

"Lizzie! Come sit here!" Miranda called from the front corner of the class. Gaia was sitting next to her, and a seat was open next to Miranda's.

I smiled and sat down next to her. "Look." I pointed out the poster and she laughed.

"What?" Gaia asked, confused about the joke.

The bell rang then.

"We'll tell you at lunch." I informed her.

"Welcome to Social Studies."

Everyone jumped. We turned toward the noise and found a man sitting in a chair behind his desk. I don't think anyone saw him there.

"I'm Mr. Gasper." He stood up and walked to the front of the room. "Unfortunately, I have to go over the rules. No talking, unless called on, no bothering anyone else's stuff, you mess up my desk, I mess up your nose, you mess up your desks, you will see the principal. No late work is accepted. It is counted as a zero. You use only pencil. If you use pen, you get a zero. You will NOT touch the monkeys unless instructed to, get it, got it, good. Any questions?"

A boy in the back row, known as C-Man (I think his real name's Chris.) raised his hand.

"What's your name?" the teacher asked, a finger running down a clipboard.

"I'm C-Man. And don't expect me to pay attention, ever." He slid down in his seat.

"Fine. Don't expect to make the wrestling team."

C-Man sat up straight, and laughed. "I'm sure the coach will make an exception for me. Besides, I hear he's a push over."

"Really? I'm a push over? I haven't heard anyone ever say that about me." I stifled a laugh as C-Man's eyes widened. Mr. Gasper sounded amused. "We'll see what you think after I fail you. And, yes. You can chew gum."

"Okay, get out a pencil. Everything else goes on the floor." Mr. Gasper took a pile of papers from a movable podium in the front of the room. He started to pass out the manila colored papers. "You're going to make a nameplate. If you still have this at the end of the year, you get 20 extra credit points." After finishing with the papers, he walked to the front of the room and showed us a drawing of the nameplate and what it's supposed to look like. "Fold it like I showed here." We folded it the short way.

"In the top left hand corner, I want you to write two hobbies and illustrate them. Like, I said football, and I drew a football. Go."

I thought for a minute. Singing! I like singing. I wrote down singing and drew a little musical note beside it. What were my other hobbies? I glanced at Miranda. Shopping! I drew a shopping bag.

We completed the four things Mr. Gasper had told us to do. Two hobbies, our favorite food, what we do on weekends, 2 words that described you, and our name or nickname were drawn on everyone's nameplate.

"Alright, now I want you to open your name plates and write three people you would want to meet. Past or present. Tell me why you want to meet them. I expect at least a paragraph."

The bell rang. Everyone grabbed their things and started to get up.

"Stay seated." I sat back down in my chair. We stayed quiet, waiting for him to talk. "At the end of each class, you won't leave until I dismiss you." He paused. "Have a great day." The class took that as a signal to leave and sure enough, left the room.

"See you at lunch!" I called to Miranda and Gaia. I headed to my next class, FACS II, which I had with Gordo. I convinced him to take FACS I with me last year. I somehow convinced him to take FACS again this year.

I walked into the cold room. I saw Gordo sitting at one of the two tables in the room. I walked up and sat in the seat next to him. He smiled at me and took my hand. I squeezed his hand, and turned to the project from last year. Our teacher was very laid back. His rules were, we move onto the next unit when the whole class was done and we had to do some work everyday. We had been working on a sewing project for a year. I stitched one stitch and put the project away.

Toon Lizzie: There! Work for today is done even before the bell rang!

I turned to Gordo. "So, how was Science?" I asked.

"We have the weirdest Science teacher this year." He stated. "Today, he went over a speech about why the sun is not a big ball of burning gas."

"That's not so weird." I told him.

"It is when your teacher talks to himself at certain points in the speech. 'This is the sun-no it's not, stupid, the sun's in the sky-I know that. This is a drawing of the sun-well where's the little smile and sunglasses- shut up Lamar-gotcha.' Gordo imitated what, I'm guessing, is our science teacher.

I laughed.

"Don't look now, but here comes the Queen of Mean." Gordo said nodding in the direction of the door.

"Excuse me, Mr. Moiser? May I, like, speak to the class for a moment?" Kate Saunders put on her 'innocent angel' act.

"Why of course Ms. Saunders." He got up and headed to the door. He's weird like that. You ask him a question and he'll leave the room.

"Thank you." She walked to the front of the room and clapped her hands twice. Everyone quieted down when they saw her.

She cleared her throat. "As leader of the High School Dance Committee, I am here to announce that we will be having a welcome back dance this year. The theme is 'Rocktober' so dress up as your favorite rock star or singer. You don't have to dress up as a singer, but you do have to dress up. It will be held on Halloween night. It is a couples dance but, unfortunately, you won't get kicked out if you come by yourself. Although I will personally see to it that you are made a laughing stalk." She smiled her evil smile towards me.

I smiled right back at her, and kissed Gordo full on the lips. Gordo smiled and stuck his tongue out at Kate.

"Whatever!" She spun on her heel and walked out the door.

Gordo shook his head laughing, "She never changes does she? She's been exactly like that since 7th grade."

I giggled, "Nope. So, you going to the dance?" I asked.

"Maybe. If I get up the nerve to ask the girl I want to go with." He grinned mischievously.

"Oh really? And who might this girl be?" I asked playfully.

"It might be you." He said.

"It might be me? What does that mean?" I asked.

"It might mean I want to take you to the dance."

"Do you have anything to ask me then?"

"I might." He said.

I frowned. This was getting boring. "Just ask me already!" I slapped him lightly on the arm.

"Alright, alright! Will you go to the dance with me?" He smiled.

I feigned shock. "Oh my gosh! Did the man of my dreams just ask me to the Halloween Dance? I just might faint!" I fell over onto the chair beside me, hard... maybe a little too hard. "Ow." I closed my eyes.

He laughed. "You okay, Liz?" I felt him lean over me to see if I was okay. "Liz?"

I waited until the opportune moment, and then snapped my head up about an inch and placed a kiss on his lips. "Of course I'll go to the dance with you!" I then resumed my 'fainted' position.

He laughed. I could just see him shaking his head.

I sat up and leaned on my elbows. "What are we going to go as?"

"I donno. How about fish?" He suggested. Gordo really hadn't changed much over the years, and still wouldn't care what he went to a dance as...as long as it wasn't a fairy costume or Cinderella or something.

"Not hel-"

"I know, I know, not helping Gordo!" he chuckled.

I sighed, "Looks like I get to come up with the costumes."

"Yup." He nodded.

The bell rang and everyone ran out of the room.

"Walk you to your locker?" Gordo asked.

"Why of course." I smiled.

He smiled and took my hand. We walked about 5 steps and then saw something that scared us out of our wits. A giant toilet paper person was running straight towards us.

As it got closer, I realized what it was. "Gaia? Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me." She said through the toilet paper and some sort of green goo.

"What happened to you?" Gordo asked.

"Kate filled a bucket full of glue dyed green and put it over the bathroom stall along with a bucket of toilet paper confetti." She sighed, "Anyway, that's not why I came. I came to you for help."

"Help with what?" I asked.

"Playing Matchmaker." She stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I squealed, "Oh! For who?"

Gordo rolled his eyes, "Why do you girls do this? Set people up?"

Gaia glared at him, "Shut up. Look what it did for you!"

Gordo shut up immediately.

Gaia laughed, "And to answer your question Lizzie, Miranda and Jason."

"What! Miranda and Jason." I thought about it. "You know, that's not such a bad match."

"I know it isn't. That's why I've been planning this all day. Now here's what I want you to do."

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Hey! Sorry for the basic pointlessness of that chapter but I have four good reasons! 1) I needed to write something to break up my writer's block, 2) I felt the urge to introduce Mr. Gasper. I donno why. He's my actual Social Studies teacher, so, as you can see, I'm basing the character Mr. Gasper, with the real Mr. Gasper. I might use him in later chapters. I donno. He might be the "Mr. Digg" of my story, 3) I had to bring up the dance, and 4) I had to introduce Gaia's plan. Yeah. That's about it.

Did you see all the Pirates stuff I put in there? Huh? Did you get the whole, 'opportune moment' thingy? It was-

Bob-George: Yes! We saw all the Pirates stuff! I swear, you're becoming even more obsessed with Orlando as time goes on.

Of course! Anyway, what'd you think? Tell me! Th review button is in That \/ direction. Click!

*~&~*Andi Bee*~&~*