A/N: Wow! Once again, Im sorry for not updating! of course only my fans would care! I don't think I have any though... You have to be really good at story writing to get fans... which I am not... Ill stop rambling now...

Disclaimer: Gee, guess what? I DON'T OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE! Gasp wow! That's AMAZING!

"Your father and I have decided to let you go." Jo said.

"Really? Wow! That's awesome! Thanks Mom and Dad!" Lizzie hugged her parents.

"Your're actually letting her go?!" Matt hollered. "Why didn't you let me go to the movies with my friends?"

"Because." Sam said. He looked at Jo. "Because you are not that responsible yet."

"Am too!" Argued Matt.

"You put your sisters plastic cosmetic mirror in the microwave. It melted. That is not responsibility!" Jo pointed her finger at Matt.

"Fine, fine. You win!" Matt surrendered.

"Thanks! Ill be upstairs packing!" Lizzie squealed and ran upstairs.

"Yah... My parents are letting me go." Lizzie said to Miranda on the phone.

"Great! This'll be so much fun!" Gordo said.

"Alright. Lets run through the checklist once again." Miranda informed.

"Tooth brush? PJ's? Cool clothes?"

"Check, check, and check." Lizzie said after she tumbled through her suitcase.

"Check, check, and I don't think I own any cool clothes!" Gordo said slightly embarrassed.

"Yes you do..."Lizzie started.

"Well, its 10:30. We better get to sleep!" Gordo said as he hung up.

"Yeah... sleep..." Lizzie said to herself as she tucked herself in.

A/N: I kno, it was short! But Im suffering from writers block... Anyway, after this chapter, the story will get good! Woo-hoo!