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the Internet.I mean.would you? I don't own Graduation either!
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MIRANDA'S POV
"I can't wait to see that, it looks really good. I can't wait till' it comes into theatres!" I said pointing at a picture for a What A Girl Wants ad.
"Let's go see it next week, if you guys are free." Veruca suggested.
"I am." I said, relaxed.
"Me too!" put in Parker.
Just the bell rang. The last bell of the day. Finally! I couldn't wait to get out of that stuffy school.
"See you guys tomorrow!" I called as I raced out the door. I almost ran into a pole, as I ran to get to the bus.
I got on just in time, and managed to find an empty seat. Just as the song 'Graduation' by Vitamin C came on the radio, the kid in the next seat over's head jerked up.
It was Gordo. Gordo, I thought. Oh my gosh! I thought. Just how long had it been since I had last talked to him! It had been a few years now, jessh about three maybe! Just seeing him brought back memories.
As quickly as I could I looked away. I wondered if he had seen me. Nah, he had seemed too interested in listening to the song.
Staring out the window, I watched as we passed house after house, tree after tree. We didn't go by the Mcguire house anymore. Or at least what was left of it. They had rerouted the bus schedules so we didn't have to. I hadn't seen it for over three years, myself. I didn't really want to either.
In my heart I don't truly believe Lizzie burned the house. But one question has stayed with me all these years..who would? I feel guilty for wondering. I mean Lizzie was my best friend. Our best friend. Gordo's and mine.
But that's over I sneered at my reflection. No more of Gordo, Lizzie, and me. I didn't think there was any hope for Gordo and me either.
Gordo and I promised each other we would stay friends. Well.. look how far a promise gets you. It probably would have been too painful anyway. Our third piece would have been missing.
When I think about Gordo, Lizzie, and I, I think about a puzzle. A three-piece puzzle, and one of the pieces is lost, forgotten. And because of that lost, forgotten piece, the other two don't fit together.
It's strange. I had forgotten about Lizzie until I had seen Gordo today. I guess I didn't want to be reminded of the pain. I feel guilty. Gordo probably never forgot about her for a minute.
Or maybe I had been thinking about Lizzie for all these years, but just in the small, back part of my brain. I just say I don't because I don't want to. I don't know. I was never good with psychology.
But now, all this makes me think. What is our High School Graduation going to be like next year?
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MIRANDA'S POV
"I can't wait to see that, it looks really good. I can't wait till' it comes into theatres!" I said pointing at a picture for a What A Girl Wants ad.
"Let's go see it next week, if you guys are free." Veruca suggested.
"I am." I said, relaxed.
"Me too!" put in Parker.
Just the bell rang. The last bell of the day. Finally! I couldn't wait to get out of that stuffy school.
"See you guys tomorrow!" I called as I raced out the door. I almost ran into a pole, as I ran to get to the bus.
I got on just in time, and managed to find an empty seat. Just as the song 'Graduation' by Vitamin C came on the radio, the kid in the next seat over's head jerked up.
It was Gordo. Gordo, I thought. Oh my gosh! I thought. Just how long had it been since I had last talked to him! It had been a few years now, jessh about three maybe! Just seeing him brought back memories.
As quickly as I could I looked away. I wondered if he had seen me. Nah, he had seemed too interested in listening to the song.
Staring out the window, I watched as we passed house after house, tree after tree. We didn't go by the Mcguire house anymore. Or at least what was left of it. They had rerouted the bus schedules so we didn't have to. I hadn't seen it for over three years, myself. I didn't really want to either.
In my heart I don't truly believe Lizzie burned the house. But one question has stayed with me all these years..who would? I feel guilty for wondering. I mean Lizzie was my best friend. Our best friend. Gordo's and mine.
But that's over I sneered at my reflection. No more of Gordo, Lizzie, and me. I didn't think there was any hope for Gordo and me either.
Gordo and I promised each other we would stay friends. Well.. look how far a promise gets you. It probably would have been too painful anyway. Our third piece would have been missing.
When I think about Gordo, Lizzie, and I, I think about a puzzle. A three-piece puzzle, and one of the pieces is lost, forgotten. And because of that lost, forgotten piece, the other two don't fit together.
It's strange. I had forgotten about Lizzie until I had seen Gordo today. I guess I didn't want to be reminded of the pain. I feel guilty. Gordo probably never forgot about her for a minute.
Or maybe I had been thinking about Lizzie for all these years, but just in the small, back part of my brain. I just say I don't because I don't want to. I don't know. I was never good with psychology.
But now, all this makes me think. What is our High School Graduation going to be like next year?