Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire. Obviously. That's why it's called a
fanfic. Duh.
Trapped in History
"Guys, please get your field trip forms in!" Mr. Escobar looked around the room at kids
throwing paper airplanes. "Not like simple-minded creatures like you would find staying
at a hundred year old inn very exciting." Still no one listened. Except for Lizzie, Gordo,
and Miranda.
"So what do you think? Wanna go?" Lizzie leaned from her desk to ask her friends.
"I'm in! It'll be so much fun! Gordo! You could take pictures of the place!" Miranda was
bursting with excitement.
"Yeah... I guess I could! It'll make a good documentary!" Gordo said as the bell rang.
The kids grabbed their things, and ran out the door.
"Umm... Mr. Escobar? What are we going to be doing exactly?" asked Lizzie.
"It's all on the notice! Please get your parents to sign it! It will be so much fun!"
"Oh, okay! Thanks..." Lizzie said as she walked out the door. She met her friends on the
bus.
"Hey! I saved a seat for you!" Miranda exclaimed as she slid over. Lizzie looked around
the bus.
"Where's Gordo?" Asked Lizzie.
"Oh. He's at the back. Trying to explain to Ethan that we're not actually going back in
time, we're going to the 'Cold Creek' inn on 57th street." Miranda explained. Lizzie
still hadn't caught on. She pulled out her permission slip from her back- pack, and began to read.
Dear Parent/Guardian,
Your child is learning about the history of America. Since we understand that it gets
boring in the classroom, we have arranged to book the 'Cold Creek' inn on 57th
street to use. The class will be staying there for a week, and will learn what it was like to
live in the late 17th century to the 18th century.
Please sign the slip below, and have your child return it to class. There will also be a
scavenger hunt-like game through out the week.
Sincerely, Mr. Escobar~
"That sounds so cool! All I knew was that we were staying at this huge place, and it
would be for a week!" Lizzie was excited now.
"I'll talk to my parents. You talk to yours. They have to let us go! Gordo phoned his
parents, and they're cool about it!" Miranda, Lizzie, and Gordo walked off the bus, and
went their separate ways home.
Trapped in History
"Guys, please get your field trip forms in!" Mr. Escobar looked around the room at kids
throwing paper airplanes. "Not like simple-minded creatures like you would find staying
at a hundred year old inn very exciting." Still no one listened. Except for Lizzie, Gordo,
and Miranda.
"So what do you think? Wanna go?" Lizzie leaned from her desk to ask her friends.
"I'm in! It'll be so much fun! Gordo! You could take pictures of the place!" Miranda was
bursting with excitement.
"Yeah... I guess I could! It'll make a good documentary!" Gordo said as the bell rang.
The kids grabbed their things, and ran out the door.
"Umm... Mr. Escobar? What are we going to be doing exactly?" asked Lizzie.
"It's all on the notice! Please get your parents to sign it! It will be so much fun!"
"Oh, okay! Thanks..." Lizzie said as she walked out the door. She met her friends on the
bus.
"Hey! I saved a seat for you!" Miranda exclaimed as she slid over. Lizzie looked around
the bus.
"Where's Gordo?" Asked Lizzie.
"Oh. He's at the back. Trying to explain to Ethan that we're not actually going back in
time, we're going to the 'Cold Creek' inn on 57th street." Miranda explained. Lizzie
still hadn't caught on. She pulled out her permission slip from her back- pack, and began to read.
Dear Parent/Guardian,
Your child is learning about the history of America. Since we understand that it gets
boring in the classroom, we have arranged to book the 'Cold Creek' inn on 57th
street to use. The class will be staying there for a week, and will learn what it was like to
live in the late 17th century to the 18th century.
Please sign the slip below, and have your child return it to class. There will also be a
scavenger hunt-like game through out the week.
Sincerely, Mr. Escobar~
"That sounds so cool! All I knew was that we were staying at this huge place, and it
would be for a week!" Lizzie was excited now.
"I'll talk to my parents. You talk to yours. They have to let us go! Gordo phoned his
parents, and they're cool about it!" Miranda, Lizzie, and Gordo walked off the bus, and
went their separate ways home.