They arrived at their home around 5 A.M. the next morning, everyone deadly quiet as they thought about what had happened, Lizzie especially. She had just remembered the scary thought: Go and see Lizzie McGuire-she's the one we need, and was trying to think about who could need her, Lizzie McGuire.
"Here we are," Sam said in a tired voice. Lizzie jolted back from her reverie, and inadvertently heard Jo think, "This is our new home? More like our new mansion!"
Lizzie looked outside and gasped. They were in front of a monstrous house, with three floors at least, Lizzie realized. It had a beautiful garden, and, Lizzie was sure, probably secret passages inside!
"Whoa!" Matt cried excitedly. "Dad, you got us a house with a pool??" "Yeah, you like it, son?" Sam asked with a smile.
"Do I ever!" Matt cried ecstatically. "I get the room with the view," Lizzie announced. "That one, up there!" she pointed. "The one on the third floor with the balcony." "I wanted that one!" Matt whined. "Tough luck, brat," she shot back. "I claimed it." "Not if I get there first," Matt dared her.
"Matt, your sister claimed it, the room is hers," Jo said sternly. "Ha," Lizzie stuck her tongue out at him. "Of course, Lizzie, if you don't want it, me and your dad will be more than happy-"Jo started. "No, no, it's fine!" Lizzie smiled.
As soon as the door opened, Lizzie raced inside, carrying her suitcase and backpack. "Whoa," she said excitedly. "This place is the bomb!"
Before her parents could start to tell her to help them unpack the van, she raced up the two flights of stairs to the third floor.
Dawn was just starting to show its face, she realized. The perfect opportunity to see it from her new balcony, she thought with a squeal. She opened several doors, trying to find it, until she opened one that was at the very end of the hall.
She gasped. It was beautiful. The walls were painted a goldenrod color of the sunset. She dropped her suitcase and backpack with a thud as she looked around. Wood floors, a window seat, and-she gasped again.
She had a huge walk-in closet and her own bathroom! And a loft! She realized again. Out on her balcony, there was a small chair that had been left behind by the previous owners. She collapsed on it, and breathed in the fresh New England air.
And she watched the sun come up, bringing with it light, and brilliant colors of pink, red, and gold.
"Elizabeth Brooke McGuire!" Jo called from the second floor. "I have no idea where your room is, young lady, but you will stop levitating your bed this instant!!"
Lizzie sighed and waved her hand, and heard her bed bump down upon the floor. "Lizzie, I appreciate the fact that you're trying to help move things in, but please! Let your father handle this!"
"Whatever, Mom!" Lizzie yelled. "Lizzie, come and get some of your moving boxes. At least we'll be able to move around through all your junk!"
Lizzie started to raise her hand but was stopped short by Jo's warning yell, "Don't you dare!"
Groaning, Lizzie got off her balcony and slid down the handrail to the first floor where she grabbed two boxes and ran up the stairs. Just when she was out of sight, she let them go and motioned with her hand.
The boxes floated up behind her, and she motioned for them to just head up themselves. Now that Lizzie was used to her strange new powers, using them seemed...routine, sort of.
Suddenly, she heard a voice whisper in her head, "Lizzie." Lizzie swirled around, looking for the source of the voice. "Lizzie McGuire," the voice said again. "I'm communicating with you telepathically."
Lizzie's heart started to speed up. "I can hear you," she said telepathically. "Good," the other person said. "My name is Jean Grey, I'm a teacher at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters; mainly, mutants. Listen to me."
"I'm listening," Lizzie responded, her palms clammy. "Okay. Your parents need to enroll you in this school. Otherwise, you will be in grave danger." "How can I trust you?" Lizzie asked. "There are two different forces, I know that much."
There was a pause, as if the person was thinking. "Come to the school," the person said. "Make your parents come and see the school, just to see if you can. You'll receive directions in the mail tomorrow. If you don't believe me then, you can go your own way. But you must hurry!"
"Why?" Lizzie asked. "Because the other force will soon find you. Please, do not wait very long."
And then the person stopped speaking, as if someone had just logged off in a chatroom. Slightly nervous, Lizzie continued to unpack.
The next day, sure enough, the directions to the school came. "Mom, Dad," Lizzie approached them, a bit nervous. "Um, I was thinking about going to this private school, about two hours away from here?"
"Lizzie," Sam said. "We are not driving you four hours each day to and from school." "No, Dad," Lizzie said. "It's a boarding school."
"We can't afford it," their parents said flatly. "No, just listen!" Lizzie said, a little impatiently now. "It costs the exact same amount that public school does, only you only have to pay twice a year!"
Jo and Sam looked at each other, having one of those conversations with their eyes that their kids hated so much. Lizzie tried to tap into their conversation, but couldn't.
"All right," Jo said cautiously. "We'll go and look at the school. Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters," she read off the information packet.
"We'll schedule an appointment," Sam said. "Great!" Lizzie said brightly, and skipped off to her room to try and unpack some more-but ended up talking on IM with Miranda and Gordo instead.
"Here we are," Sam said in a tired voice. Lizzie jolted back from her reverie, and inadvertently heard Jo think, "This is our new home? More like our new mansion!"
Lizzie looked outside and gasped. They were in front of a monstrous house, with three floors at least, Lizzie realized. It had a beautiful garden, and, Lizzie was sure, probably secret passages inside!
"Whoa!" Matt cried excitedly. "Dad, you got us a house with a pool??" "Yeah, you like it, son?" Sam asked with a smile.
"Do I ever!" Matt cried ecstatically. "I get the room with the view," Lizzie announced. "That one, up there!" she pointed. "The one on the third floor with the balcony." "I wanted that one!" Matt whined. "Tough luck, brat," she shot back. "I claimed it." "Not if I get there first," Matt dared her.
"Matt, your sister claimed it, the room is hers," Jo said sternly. "Ha," Lizzie stuck her tongue out at him. "Of course, Lizzie, if you don't want it, me and your dad will be more than happy-"Jo started. "No, no, it's fine!" Lizzie smiled.
As soon as the door opened, Lizzie raced inside, carrying her suitcase and backpack. "Whoa," she said excitedly. "This place is the bomb!"
Before her parents could start to tell her to help them unpack the van, she raced up the two flights of stairs to the third floor.
Dawn was just starting to show its face, she realized. The perfect opportunity to see it from her new balcony, she thought with a squeal. She opened several doors, trying to find it, until she opened one that was at the very end of the hall.
She gasped. It was beautiful. The walls were painted a goldenrod color of the sunset. She dropped her suitcase and backpack with a thud as she looked around. Wood floors, a window seat, and-she gasped again.
She had a huge walk-in closet and her own bathroom! And a loft! She realized again. Out on her balcony, there was a small chair that had been left behind by the previous owners. She collapsed on it, and breathed in the fresh New England air.
And she watched the sun come up, bringing with it light, and brilliant colors of pink, red, and gold.
"Elizabeth Brooke McGuire!" Jo called from the second floor. "I have no idea where your room is, young lady, but you will stop levitating your bed this instant!!"
Lizzie sighed and waved her hand, and heard her bed bump down upon the floor. "Lizzie, I appreciate the fact that you're trying to help move things in, but please! Let your father handle this!"
"Whatever, Mom!" Lizzie yelled. "Lizzie, come and get some of your moving boxes. At least we'll be able to move around through all your junk!"
Lizzie started to raise her hand but was stopped short by Jo's warning yell, "Don't you dare!"
Groaning, Lizzie got off her balcony and slid down the handrail to the first floor where she grabbed two boxes and ran up the stairs. Just when she was out of sight, she let them go and motioned with her hand.
The boxes floated up behind her, and she motioned for them to just head up themselves. Now that Lizzie was used to her strange new powers, using them seemed...routine, sort of.
Suddenly, she heard a voice whisper in her head, "Lizzie." Lizzie swirled around, looking for the source of the voice. "Lizzie McGuire," the voice said again. "I'm communicating with you telepathically."
Lizzie's heart started to speed up. "I can hear you," she said telepathically. "Good," the other person said. "My name is Jean Grey, I'm a teacher at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters; mainly, mutants. Listen to me."
"I'm listening," Lizzie responded, her palms clammy. "Okay. Your parents need to enroll you in this school. Otherwise, you will be in grave danger." "How can I trust you?" Lizzie asked. "There are two different forces, I know that much."
There was a pause, as if the person was thinking. "Come to the school," the person said. "Make your parents come and see the school, just to see if you can. You'll receive directions in the mail tomorrow. If you don't believe me then, you can go your own way. But you must hurry!"
"Why?" Lizzie asked. "Because the other force will soon find you. Please, do not wait very long."
And then the person stopped speaking, as if someone had just logged off in a chatroom. Slightly nervous, Lizzie continued to unpack.
The next day, sure enough, the directions to the school came. "Mom, Dad," Lizzie approached them, a bit nervous. "Um, I was thinking about going to this private school, about two hours away from here?"
"Lizzie," Sam said. "We are not driving you four hours each day to and from school." "No, Dad," Lizzie said. "It's a boarding school."
"We can't afford it," their parents said flatly. "No, just listen!" Lizzie said, a little impatiently now. "It costs the exact same amount that public school does, only you only have to pay twice a year!"
Jo and Sam looked at each other, having one of those conversations with their eyes that their kids hated so much. Lizzie tried to tap into their conversation, but couldn't.
"All right," Jo said cautiously. "We'll go and look at the school. Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters," she read off the information packet.
"We'll schedule an appointment," Sam said. "Great!" Lizzie said brightly, and skipped off to her room to try and unpack some more-but ended up talking on IM with Miranda and Gordo instead.
