A/N This is short, and it is kind of a filler chapter. Sorry.
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"Mcguire...Elizabeth Mcguire..."
"Okay...3.8 GPA," the counselor said. "1410 on your SATs, pretty good. Junior editor of the newspaper. Where are you planning to apply?"
"Columbia University," Lizzie replied confidentely.
The counselor lowered his glasses.
"That's an Ivy League school."
"I know, that's why I want to go there."
The counselor cleared his throat. It was obvious that he did not believe that she could do it.
"I plan to improve my grades. To straight A's. And I am going to improve my score on the SATs," she replied quickly, hoping to show that she was serious.
"Maybe you could get a job to show your dedication. Pick up some more after school activites."
"Like what?"
"Dance team tryouts are next week. Maybe you should try out."
"I will think about it."
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"So how was your "meeting to plan your future?" Gordo inquired.
"Average. I don't think that Mr. Dover thinks that I can get into an Ivy League college."
"Oh...you can do it, I am sure."
"I don't know..he probably thinks I'm just another ditzy blonde that wants to go to an Ivy League school after I saw Legally Blonde."
"I don't think so-"
Gordo was interrupted by his Jeremy. He snuck up behind Lizzie, and playfully kissed her on the cheek.
"I have been thinking about you, Liz."
"I've been thinking about you too, honey..."
Gordo tried to tune out the conservation between his best friend and Lizzie. Their relationship was still in full swing, as it reached the six month mark. The three of them always hung out together, but it still did not change the fact that Gordo was madly in love with Lizzie.
"So anyways...I have to go prepare for tryouts."
"Tryouts for what?" Jeremy asked inquisitively.
"I going to audition for the Hillridge High-steppers."
"Of course you will make it."
The pair started to kiss again. Gordo tried not to look, but when he did, he swore that they were french-kissing. In school. He cleared his throat loudly.
"Well...I'm gonna go to class...bye."
The pair did not even notice he was gone.
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"Mcguire...Elizabeth Mcguire..."
"Okay...3.8 GPA," the counselor said. "1410 on your SATs, pretty good. Junior editor of the newspaper. Where are you planning to apply?"
"Columbia University," Lizzie replied confidentely.
The counselor lowered his glasses.
"That's an Ivy League school."
"I know, that's why I want to go there."
The counselor cleared his throat. It was obvious that he did not believe that she could do it.
"I plan to improve my grades. To straight A's. And I am going to improve my score on the SATs," she replied quickly, hoping to show that she was serious.
"Maybe you could get a job to show your dedication. Pick up some more after school activites."
"Like what?"
"Dance team tryouts are next week. Maybe you should try out."
"I will think about it."
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"So how was your "meeting to plan your future?" Gordo inquired.
"Average. I don't think that Mr. Dover thinks that I can get into an Ivy League college."
"Oh...you can do it, I am sure."
"I don't know..he probably thinks I'm just another ditzy blonde that wants to go to an Ivy League school after I saw Legally Blonde."
"I don't think so-"
Gordo was interrupted by his Jeremy. He snuck up behind Lizzie, and playfully kissed her on the cheek.
"I have been thinking about you, Liz."
"I've been thinking about you too, honey..."
Gordo tried to tune out the conservation between his best friend and Lizzie. Their relationship was still in full swing, as it reached the six month mark. The three of them always hung out together, but it still did not change the fact that Gordo was madly in love with Lizzie.
"So anyways...I have to go prepare for tryouts."
"Tryouts for what?" Jeremy asked inquisitively.
"I going to audition for the Hillridge High-steppers."
"Of course you will make it."
The pair started to kiss again. Gordo tried not to look, but when he did, he swore that they were french-kissing. In school. He cleared his throat loudly.
"Well...I'm gonna go to class...bye."
The pair did not even notice he was gone.