A/N: Sorry for not up-dating! Busy, busy, busy! Yes, I have changed the
title once again! It was originally supposed to be Trapped In History, not
Trapped In Time. That's fixed now! Thanks for you all who reviewed! I
appreciate it! Here we go... Chapter 2.
"Mom! Can I PLEASE go? This is like, SO important for school!" Lizzie, almost on her hands and knees, was begging.
"I really don't know. Your father and me will have to talk about it. This is a really big thing-"Started Jo.
"Exactly! It's a really big thing! That's why I GOTTA go!" Lizzie was screaming now.
"We'll let you know before dinner. In the mean time, why don't you do your homework?" Suggested Jo as she cut up celery.
"Pppfffttt! Yeah right! Im gonna call Gordo and Miranda!" And with that, Lizzie dashed up the stairs.
Matt walked in the room just then. "Aren't you glad I'm an EASY child to look after?"
"Quiet Matt! I really don't know what im going to do with lizzie." Jo scolded.
"Can I make a suggestion?" Matt volunteered.
"NO!" Sam and Jo both replied as Matt walked out of the room.
"Hey you guys! Can you go?" Lizzie asked Gordo and Miranda who were on the phone.
"Yeah! My parents are really cool about it!" Miranda exclaimed. "I don't give them enough credit!"
"Yes. Its gonna be fun! That is, if you can come. I can." Replied Gordo.
"My parents are going to make a decision before dinner." Lizzie rolled her eyes. Why did HER parents always have to be the party-poopers? They totally sucked the fun out of everything. Lizzie drifted away thinking about what the Cold Creek Inn might look like. She imagined it having oak flooring with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. With carpets in the shade of dark red going up the stairs...
"Hello? Lizzie?" A voice asked on the other end.
"What? Oh... right! I gotta go guys. I think my parents are calling." Lied Lizzie. She really wanted to forge her parents' signatures. As if she ever could. Then she decided against the decision. Supper was almost ready. She could smell the spaghetti from her room. She leapt off her bed, and down to the kitchen.
"So, can I go?" Lizzie asked casually as she walked in the kitchen.
"Mom! Can I PLEASE go? This is like, SO important for school!" Lizzie, almost on her hands and knees, was begging.
"I really don't know. Your father and me will have to talk about it. This is a really big thing-"Started Jo.
"Exactly! It's a really big thing! That's why I GOTTA go!" Lizzie was screaming now.
"We'll let you know before dinner. In the mean time, why don't you do your homework?" Suggested Jo as she cut up celery.
"Pppfffttt! Yeah right! Im gonna call Gordo and Miranda!" And with that, Lizzie dashed up the stairs.
Matt walked in the room just then. "Aren't you glad I'm an EASY child to look after?"
"Quiet Matt! I really don't know what im going to do with lizzie." Jo scolded.
"Can I make a suggestion?" Matt volunteered.
"NO!" Sam and Jo both replied as Matt walked out of the room.
"Hey you guys! Can you go?" Lizzie asked Gordo and Miranda who were on the phone.
"Yeah! My parents are really cool about it!" Miranda exclaimed. "I don't give them enough credit!"
"Yes. Its gonna be fun! That is, if you can come. I can." Replied Gordo.
"My parents are going to make a decision before dinner." Lizzie rolled her eyes. Why did HER parents always have to be the party-poopers? They totally sucked the fun out of everything. Lizzie drifted away thinking about what the Cold Creek Inn might look like. She imagined it having oak flooring with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. With carpets in the shade of dark red going up the stairs...
"Hello? Lizzie?" A voice asked on the other end.
"What? Oh... right! I gotta go guys. I think my parents are calling." Lied Lizzie. She really wanted to forge her parents' signatures. As if she ever could. Then she decided against the decision. Supper was almost ready. She could smell the spaghetti from her room. She leapt off her bed, and down to the kitchen.
"So, can I go?" Lizzie asked casually as she walked in the kitchen.