The Trip of a Lifetime
A/N: My writing streak! I'm actually feeling a lot better than before, now that I had a good lunch and rested a lot. So maybe that means high-quality writing for you! Well, let's see if it's true! Chapter Three, comin' atcha!
Chapter Three: Arriving at the Happiest Place on Earth
For the next 2 hours, Miranda and Lizzie played the alphabet game (the one where you look on road signs and have to find words in order of the alphabet), made up stupid songs, made up a story one line at a time, and talked about guys. They were about to die of boredom when they finally reached Disneyland Drive. As they drove up to the parking lot, they saw California Screamin' (the roller coaster in Disney's California Adventure), the Matterhorn, and the trams. So much had changed in 5 years, especially the add-on new theme park and shopping district. They smiled and were happy that they finally got there.
"So, madÅe, where are we staying? In the Disneyland Hotel? Or somewhere else?" Miranda asked her mother, Gabriella Sanchez.
"We're staying at the new hotel, The Grand Californian. It's basically inside the new park," Gabriella said. "It's really a nice hotel. Costs a lot, but then again, we hardly ever go on big trips. Except for Mexico a few years ago."
"Yeah, you're right, Gabriella. We haven't gone on a big vacation since Lizzie was about 10," Sam agreed.
"So, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Lizzie exclaimed, opening the door. When she found out no one was following her, she stopped. "Well, come ON!" Everyone laughed at her.
"We're waiting for the Gordon's and your mom," Miranda's dad, Daniel Sanchez, answered. Right after he said that, they heard a car horn beep at them. Everyone turned around, to find out that it was the BMW holding Mr. Gordon, Mrs. Gordon, Gordo, and Mrs. McGuire. They waved, and Lizzie, Miranda, and Matt ran out of the car to meet them. Matt ran to his mom while Miranda and Lizzie met up with Gordo.
"Hey, sorry for sticking you with your parents . . . and my mom," Lizzie said sympathetically.
"Don't worry about it. I actually got to listen to my own stations, and my dad wasn't too bad. We even planned to go on a few rides together," Gordo said.
"Aw, is little David actually bonding with his daddy?" Miranda teased. She had nothing against getting along with parents, but considering Gordo's relationship with his parents, who were psychiatrists, it's really rare that Gordo would actually talk to his dad.
"Hey, I think it's cool. I mean, I talk to my mom, or at least about some stuff. She can be alright, I guess. She's the one who raised me, with my dad. So I try to be on their good sides," Lizzie said. Miranda looked at the pavement while they were walking. It was like the Walk of Stars, with handprints from Disney characters and their 'signatures'.
"I'm not saying that our parents aren't cool. I'm just saying that I'm surprised that Gordo and his dad are getting along. I thought you said he was too busy for you or something," Miranda said. All of that was true.
"True, but he changed his hours so we can get more 'bonding time'," Gordo said, becoming himself again. "Can we please stop talking about our parents, of all people, and just enjoy Disneyland?!?!"
"Good idea," Lizzie said, and smiled at him. They laughed and Miranda shook her head. 'This is going to be a long week', she thought to herself.
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As they reached the Grand Californian, the girls were sick of carrying their bags, which were quite heavy, being full of clothes and makeup and extra shoes and hair stuff, and . . . shall I go on? But Gordo was doing fine, as he only brought clothes and a few books. He laughed at the girls, whose bags were close to the ground.
"Need any help?" Gordo asked, sarcastically.
"Uh, YEAH! How is this funny to you? We're being tortured, by ourselves!" Miranda cried. She dropped her bags and paused for a minute.
"Here, I'll take one of yours," Gordo said as he took one of her bags. He then looked at Lizzie struggling. He wanted to leave her alone with hers, because she looked so cute when she was struggled. 'Wait, did I just say she was cute?' Gordo asked himself.
"Uh, a little help here, Gordo?" Lizzie panted as she too dropped her bags. Gordo looked at her, and considered the possibility of holding one of her bags.
"I don't know. Miranda's bag is really heavy, and then I have my gigantic bag in my other hand," Gordo joked. "But maybe if you hold my bag then I'll hold yours."
"Ugh! You're such a pain! Fine," Lizzie said, as she snatched his bag from his hand. He laughed, and carried hers. "McGuire, you're worse than Miranda!" Gordo said, as he caught up with his parents, who were with Miranda and Lizzie's parents and Matt, by the concierge. Lizzie and Miranda got there as fast as they could, and they were split apart into their rooms. The room assignments were as follows: Mr. and Mrs. McGuire were in the first room with Lizzie and Miranda; Gordo was with his parents and Matt in the connected room; and Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez were in the next room. When they finally got settled in their rooms, they went down to one of the hotel restaurants: The Storybook Café. They ate their dinners and went back up into their rooms, awaiting the next day.
E/N: I keep getting distracted! Sorry this takes so long, but I have so much to do today that I'm always getting distracted! I'll try much harder to stay focused, but at least I have the first three chapters for this story done! Well, I can't guarantee that I'll get too many more chapters up by the end of today, but I'll at least write another one!
A/N: My writing streak! I'm actually feeling a lot better than before, now that I had a good lunch and rested a lot. So maybe that means high-quality writing for you! Well, let's see if it's true! Chapter Three, comin' atcha!
Chapter Three: Arriving at the Happiest Place on Earth
For the next 2 hours, Miranda and Lizzie played the alphabet game (the one where you look on road signs and have to find words in order of the alphabet), made up stupid songs, made up a story one line at a time, and talked about guys. They were about to die of boredom when they finally reached Disneyland Drive. As they drove up to the parking lot, they saw California Screamin' (the roller coaster in Disney's California Adventure), the Matterhorn, and the trams. So much had changed in 5 years, especially the add-on new theme park and shopping district. They smiled and were happy that they finally got there.
"So, madÅe, where are we staying? In the Disneyland Hotel? Or somewhere else?" Miranda asked her mother, Gabriella Sanchez.
"We're staying at the new hotel, The Grand Californian. It's basically inside the new park," Gabriella said. "It's really a nice hotel. Costs a lot, but then again, we hardly ever go on big trips. Except for Mexico a few years ago."
"Yeah, you're right, Gabriella. We haven't gone on a big vacation since Lizzie was about 10," Sam agreed.
"So, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Lizzie exclaimed, opening the door. When she found out no one was following her, she stopped. "Well, come ON!" Everyone laughed at her.
"We're waiting for the Gordon's and your mom," Miranda's dad, Daniel Sanchez, answered. Right after he said that, they heard a car horn beep at them. Everyone turned around, to find out that it was the BMW holding Mr. Gordon, Mrs. Gordon, Gordo, and Mrs. McGuire. They waved, and Lizzie, Miranda, and Matt ran out of the car to meet them. Matt ran to his mom while Miranda and Lizzie met up with Gordo.
"Hey, sorry for sticking you with your parents . . . and my mom," Lizzie said sympathetically.
"Don't worry about it. I actually got to listen to my own stations, and my dad wasn't too bad. We even planned to go on a few rides together," Gordo said.
"Aw, is little David actually bonding with his daddy?" Miranda teased. She had nothing against getting along with parents, but considering Gordo's relationship with his parents, who were psychiatrists, it's really rare that Gordo would actually talk to his dad.
"Hey, I think it's cool. I mean, I talk to my mom, or at least about some stuff. She can be alright, I guess. She's the one who raised me, with my dad. So I try to be on their good sides," Lizzie said. Miranda looked at the pavement while they were walking. It was like the Walk of Stars, with handprints from Disney characters and their 'signatures'.
"I'm not saying that our parents aren't cool. I'm just saying that I'm surprised that Gordo and his dad are getting along. I thought you said he was too busy for you or something," Miranda said. All of that was true.
"True, but he changed his hours so we can get more 'bonding time'," Gordo said, becoming himself again. "Can we please stop talking about our parents, of all people, and just enjoy Disneyland?!?!"
"Good idea," Lizzie said, and smiled at him. They laughed and Miranda shook her head. 'This is going to be a long week', she thought to herself.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As they reached the Grand Californian, the girls were sick of carrying their bags, which were quite heavy, being full of clothes and makeup and extra shoes and hair stuff, and . . . shall I go on? But Gordo was doing fine, as he only brought clothes and a few books. He laughed at the girls, whose bags were close to the ground.
"Need any help?" Gordo asked, sarcastically.
"Uh, YEAH! How is this funny to you? We're being tortured, by ourselves!" Miranda cried. She dropped her bags and paused for a minute.
"Here, I'll take one of yours," Gordo said as he took one of her bags. He then looked at Lizzie struggling. He wanted to leave her alone with hers, because she looked so cute when she was struggled. 'Wait, did I just say she was cute?' Gordo asked himself.
"Uh, a little help here, Gordo?" Lizzie panted as she too dropped her bags. Gordo looked at her, and considered the possibility of holding one of her bags.
"I don't know. Miranda's bag is really heavy, and then I have my gigantic bag in my other hand," Gordo joked. "But maybe if you hold my bag then I'll hold yours."
"Ugh! You're such a pain! Fine," Lizzie said, as she snatched his bag from his hand. He laughed, and carried hers. "McGuire, you're worse than Miranda!" Gordo said, as he caught up with his parents, who were with Miranda and Lizzie's parents and Matt, by the concierge. Lizzie and Miranda got there as fast as they could, and they were split apart into their rooms. The room assignments were as follows: Mr. and Mrs. McGuire were in the first room with Lizzie and Miranda; Gordo was with his parents and Matt in the connected room; and Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez were in the next room. When they finally got settled in their rooms, they went down to one of the hotel restaurants: The Storybook Café. They ate their dinners and went back up into their rooms, awaiting the next day.
E/N: I keep getting distracted! Sorry this takes so long, but I have so much to do today that I'm always getting distracted! I'll try much harder to stay focused, but at least I have the first three chapters for this story done! Well, I can't guarantee that I'll get too many more chapters up by the end of today, but I'll at least write another one!
