6:30
Gordo's alarm rang, and in turn he pressed the snooze button.
There was no way he wanted to go to school today. Ever since that fateful weekend, he had dreaded going to school.
Lizzie trying to be nice.
The torture of knowing that the girl you loved was going to the prom with your best friend.
The agony of seeing Lizzie everyday during English, looking like nothing happened. Laughing with Miranda and Larry, and kissing Jeremy, she seemed to be worrieless and carefree.
He wanted to move back to Seattle. Have things be the way they used to be. Their perfect family unit, his dad, his mom, his older sister, and him. But that was all shattered by death...and Mike.
He berudgingly walked up the stairs. His mom and Mike were happily eating breakfast.
"Good morning, Gordo," he mom cheerfully greeted them. "How are you today?"
"Not good. Can I stay home today?"
"Absolutely not...you have to go, so you can keep your grades up," Mike said. "And today is our meeting with the counselor about your future plans."
Gordo brightened up at this idea. He planned to enroll early admission to NYU. He poured himself a cup of coffee, and prepared for another fun-filled day of school.
Yeah right.
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To be tortured by the sight of your crush is not good first thing in the morning.
I need to get a transfer out of this class.
"Hi, Gordo."
I looked up, and saw Lizzie standing by me.
"Oh...hello."
That was our usual conversation in the morning. We had not said much more than that since our "adventure."
The door opened of the classroom, and an office aide walked in with a pass. He gave it to Ms. Smith and walked out of the classroom.
"Mr. Gordon...it's your turn for your meeting."
Thank the lord. I picked up my stuff and walked to the counselor's office. By the time I had gotten there, the counselor and Mike were already in an animated conversation about the benefits of enlisting in the army.
"Where is my mom?"
"She couldn't make it this morning."
I was disappointed. I was not exactly looking foward to planning my future with my stepdad. I took a seat anyways.
"Mr. Gordon, your stepdad tells me that you are very interested to enlisting in the army after high school," the counselor told me.
"Ummm...no, actually I was hoping that I could apply to NYU-"
I was cut off by Mike.
"Oh...he wants to pursue this silly hobby of his. Film-making? I don't think he has the talent to make it in that field, you know?"
I was enraged. I thought I had talent, and everyone said so. This had been my dream ever since I made my first film.
"And, also...money is tight, and he could get a scholarship to college after four years of service in the army."
The counselor nodded his head in agreement. He actually thought that this was my plan after high school. I could not believe this.
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Gordo awoke on the morning of his birthday. To him, it was just another school day that he was dreading.
He walked downstairs as his routine. On the table was a note. It read:
GORDO-
Mike and I are going to take a trip to Los Angeles for this weekend..We left you money by the phone, and ther are groceries in the fridge. No wild parties while we are gone! ;) Mom
He crumbled the note and threw it on the floor. It was obvious that his own mother had forgotten his birthday. How could she?
There was nothing that could make his day better. Or was there?
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Lizzie anxiously waited for Gordo to come to class. He walked in, and it was obvious that his day had been pretty bad so far.
"Hi Gordo!"
"Oh...hello."
They exchanged their usual hello's, and prepared for that day's lesson.
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As soon as the bell rang, Lizzie got up and bolted out of her seat. Gordo wondered why she got up that fast. Probably to avoid any awkward conservsation between them.
He bent down to pick up his stuff. With it, there was a new book, wrapped in brown paper. Gordo tore off the paper as fast as he could.
It was the Beatles Anthology book. He opened up the cover and saw that there was a written message to him.
10 THINGS I LIKE ABOUT GORDO
10. HIS CAFFIENE ADDICTION
9. HIS CURLY HAIR
8. HIS WORK ETHIC
7. HIS ADVERSION TO FOLLOWING TRENDS
6. HIS MOVIES
5. HIS SMILE
4. HIS OBSESSION WITH THE BEATLES
3. HIS HAPPY-GO-LUCKY ATTITUDE
2. HIS ABILITY TO MAKE ME SMILE
1. HE IS A GREAT LISTENER
YOU ROCK. DON'T EVER CHANGE. SERIOUSLY, I MEAN IT.
LIZZIE :)
Gordo put the book in the backpack, and walked out of the classroom, where he bumped into Lizzie.
"Friends?" she asked.
"BEST friends," he replied.
They both smiled and caught up on all that they missed in each other's lives.
Gordo's alarm rang, and in turn he pressed the snooze button.
There was no way he wanted to go to school today. Ever since that fateful weekend, he had dreaded going to school.
Lizzie trying to be nice.
The torture of knowing that the girl you loved was going to the prom with your best friend.
The agony of seeing Lizzie everyday during English, looking like nothing happened. Laughing with Miranda and Larry, and kissing Jeremy, she seemed to be worrieless and carefree.
He wanted to move back to Seattle. Have things be the way they used to be. Their perfect family unit, his dad, his mom, his older sister, and him. But that was all shattered by death...and Mike.
He berudgingly walked up the stairs. His mom and Mike were happily eating breakfast.
"Good morning, Gordo," he mom cheerfully greeted them. "How are you today?"
"Not good. Can I stay home today?"
"Absolutely not...you have to go, so you can keep your grades up," Mike said. "And today is our meeting with the counselor about your future plans."
Gordo brightened up at this idea. He planned to enroll early admission to NYU. He poured himself a cup of coffee, and prepared for another fun-filled day of school.
Yeah right.
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To be tortured by the sight of your crush is not good first thing in the morning.
I need to get a transfer out of this class.
"Hi, Gordo."
I looked up, and saw Lizzie standing by me.
"Oh...hello."
That was our usual conversation in the morning. We had not said much more than that since our "adventure."
The door opened of the classroom, and an office aide walked in with a pass. He gave it to Ms. Smith and walked out of the classroom.
"Mr. Gordon...it's your turn for your meeting."
Thank the lord. I picked up my stuff and walked to the counselor's office. By the time I had gotten there, the counselor and Mike were already in an animated conversation about the benefits of enlisting in the army.
"Where is my mom?"
"She couldn't make it this morning."
I was disappointed. I was not exactly looking foward to planning my future with my stepdad. I took a seat anyways.
"Mr. Gordon, your stepdad tells me that you are very interested to enlisting in the army after high school," the counselor told me.
"Ummm...no, actually I was hoping that I could apply to NYU-"
I was cut off by Mike.
"Oh...he wants to pursue this silly hobby of his. Film-making? I don't think he has the talent to make it in that field, you know?"
I was enraged. I thought I had talent, and everyone said so. This had been my dream ever since I made my first film.
"And, also...money is tight, and he could get a scholarship to college after four years of service in the army."
The counselor nodded his head in agreement. He actually thought that this was my plan after high school. I could not believe this.
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Gordo awoke on the morning of his birthday. To him, it was just another school day that he was dreading.
He walked downstairs as his routine. On the table was a note. It read:
GORDO-
Mike and I are going to take a trip to Los Angeles for this weekend..We left you money by the phone, and ther are groceries in the fridge. No wild parties while we are gone! ;) Mom
He crumbled the note and threw it on the floor. It was obvious that his own mother had forgotten his birthday. How could she?
There was nothing that could make his day better. Or was there?
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Lizzie anxiously waited for Gordo to come to class. He walked in, and it was obvious that his day had been pretty bad so far.
"Hi Gordo!"
"Oh...hello."
They exchanged their usual hello's, and prepared for that day's lesson.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
As soon as the bell rang, Lizzie got up and bolted out of her seat. Gordo wondered why she got up that fast. Probably to avoid any awkward conservsation between them.
He bent down to pick up his stuff. With it, there was a new book, wrapped in brown paper. Gordo tore off the paper as fast as he could.
It was the Beatles Anthology book. He opened up the cover and saw that there was a written message to him.
10 THINGS I LIKE ABOUT GORDO
10. HIS CAFFIENE ADDICTION
9. HIS CURLY HAIR
8. HIS WORK ETHIC
7. HIS ADVERSION TO FOLLOWING TRENDS
6. HIS MOVIES
5. HIS SMILE
4. HIS OBSESSION WITH THE BEATLES
3. HIS HAPPY-GO-LUCKY ATTITUDE
2. HIS ABILITY TO MAKE ME SMILE
1. HE IS A GREAT LISTENER
YOU ROCK. DON'T EVER CHANGE. SERIOUSLY, I MEAN IT.
LIZZIE :)
Gordo put the book in the backpack, and walked out of the classroom, where he bumped into Lizzie.
"Friends?" she asked.
"BEST friends," he replied.
They both smiled and caught up on all that they missed in each other's lives.