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Chapter 2
As Miranda and Lizzie headed to their lockers, they realized they were in different homerooms so they were forced to split up. "I'll see you at lunch, Lizzie." Miranda called.
"I'll see you too," Lizzie said. They both went to their lockers. "20- 45-7" she mumbled to herself. She put her books away and headed to first period, a little bit late, though.
Meanwhile, Miranda was opening her locker. "25-42-19" she thought. She put some things up in her locker and rushed to first period very late.
At that same time, Lizzie was being lectured on the importance of being on time. "From the kindness of my heart and since this is the first day, I will not make you write an essay on the importance of the rules. The essay must be 5 - 7 paragraphs long and no topic or sentence can be repeated. Every time you are late, the paragraph has to be completely different or I will give you a detention and a 10 - 12 paragraph essay. The same thing happens if you are late more than two days a week. Hopefully for you, you will only write essays in English class. Miss McGuire, now take your seat." The history and geography teacher Mrs. Pisser said. Mrs. Pisser was a mean old lady known to her "victims" as Mrs. Wet Pants or Mrs. Miss The Toilet. Lizzie nodded as she took her seat.
Soon after Lizzie's lecture was said, Miranda had hers. She wasn't as lucky as Lizzie though. "State your name," an evil looking teacher named Mrs. Croaker aka Mrs. Choke Me said.
"Miranda Sanchez," Miranda trembled out.
"Miranda, eh." Mrs. Croaker said evilly, "I do think I've heard of the Sanchez before.Hmm. Oh! Of course! Your brother, Michael! Smart kid; honor's classes all through high school. He was in my geography club. Anyway, why were you so late, Miss Sanchez?"
"Em, my bus kinda came late, and I, you know, had to go to my locker." Miranda tried.
"No, I don't know. I would like a hand written essay on why being late is cruel to teachers and why it is disrupting. That is due tomorrow. If it is not 500 or more words, less than 5 paragraphs, or has more than 7 paragraphs, you get a 120-minute detention on Friday. Understood?" Mrs. Croaker asked.
"Defiantly. I'm going to try to be on time from now on." Miranda worked up the courage to say.
"On thing before you sit down, typed essays, essays off the computer that you copied, or $1 essays from the boys bathroom will give you a 120- minute detention." Mrs. Croaker said. Miranda nodded as she sat down.
Both Lizzie's and Miranda's teachers talked about the rules. They went on and on about nothing and people in both classes struggled to stay awake to avoid detentions and writing essays about the importance of staying awake and paying attention in class.
More teachers talking and more people having to write essays continued as the morning went on. Finally, after millions of boring introductions to what they would be studying and things we don't care about, came lunch. "Time to approach Gordo." Lizzie thought, "So here goes nothing."
She spotted Gordo in the back of the lunch line and rushed to beat Kate Sanders to the line.
"God, Lizzie, there is no running in the school except for PE. I wouldn't be surprised if you liked Gordo." Kate said snobbily (very snobby, my own word! Please add it to the dictionary, Webster).
"Mind your own beeswax and stay there" Lizzie replied back.
"Whatever, McGuire." Kate sighed.
They got their food and Gordo headed to sit with Ethan when Lizzie pulled his shirt and asked him, "Gordo, sit with us."
"Um, ok.'' Gordo said with a look that screamed that he didn't want to have anything to do with them.
"So, how was everyone's day today." Lizzie asked them all.
" Boring! And I got an essay for being late for Mrs. Choke Me." Miranda spat out. (This is away to mean she was quickly saying something horrible. She didn't literally spit.)
"Um, same with Miranda, though I didn't need to write an essay, though I might be able to write it for you, or at least help you.'' Gordo suggested, obviously unraveling his tongue (meaning he is less nervous as he goes).
"I'm going to get detention if I quote 'type it up, copy it from a website, or buy it from the boys bathroom' unquote." Miranda groaned.
"Mine was boring, and I also didn't get an essay. Remember Miranda, you like writing the most. You got the A in that timed writing exam that knocked Gordo off high honors and knocked me off honors. Gordo got a C. I go an F. You got an A. Mrs. Croaker might get fired if you get in F because Miss Ungermayer is nice enough that she will re-grade it if she likes your parents enough. Bringing up your brother helps a lot. Remember when you told Mrs. Brownie about your brother and she was happy to re-grade your math essay on pi. That was your stoke of luck," Lizzie replied.
"Lizzie's right. You scored twice as high as Lizzie on the exam. You have a genius older brother. You will ace that essay because it goes into your grade. Many honor's students with a lot of time on their hands come late on purpose for the essay and some that aren't interested in detention request essays to improve their grades. Plus, it looks amazing on their college resume. You will get an A. I know you will." Gordo added.
"Maybe you guys are right. I can do it." Miranda said.
"That's the spirit!" said Gordo. By this time, Gordo was fearless. He wasn't afraid of Lizzie anymore. The only thing on his mind was the encouragement he gave Miranda, he's lunch that was for once good, and asking Lizzie over to his house without Miranda.
They finished their lunch and went to study hall where Miranda wrote the rough draft of her essay, edited it, and made her final copy. Lizzie was in a corner, writing a letter to a friend she made in Cancun, Maria. In another corner was Gordo, writing a note for Lizzie to ask her over his house. He had crumbled up a billion notes that he deemed quote 'Not close to good enough' unquote when Ethan Craft couldn't stand seeing Gordo and not knowing what the hell he was doing. He decided to go up to him and ask him. "Hey dude, whatcadoing?" Ethan asked in a friendly tone that would defiantly get him to talk. Gordo covered his notebook in his chest. Ethan took a note from the trash and read it to himself. "These are good ask-me-out notes. But you don't like them. I have any idea. Write this. Hi, Lizzie, I was wondering if you are doing anything tonight? If you can, come over to my place. Don't let Miranda come. Wear something nice. When you come, you'll know why. Send a note to locker 123 or tell me. The locker is red instead of blue so it will stand out like a sore thumb. It broke last year. I'll be seeing you there (I hope) - Gordo." Ethan said slowly so Gordo could write it down neatly. "Thanks!" was all Gordo could say as he shook hands with Ethan. "No problem, dude." Ethan replied.
Soon after that, they had their afternoon classes and as Lizzie was rearing to go home, a note fell to the floor. It read:
Dear Lizzie,
I was wondering if you are doing anything tonight? If you can, come of to my place. Don't let Miranda come. Wear something nice. When you come, you'll know why. Send a note to locker 123 or directly to me. The locker is red instead of blue so it will stand out like a sore thumb. It broke last year. I'll be seeing you. (I hope!)
--Gordo
"Oh, that is so sweet!" Lizzie said. She rushed to locker 123. To her relief, Gordo was packing his bag. "Hi, Gordo! I got your note. I'm not busy, I'll come by your house at about.what.6 maybe." Lizzie asked. "That's good. I'll see you then. I have to go with my mom to buy.some things," Gordo said. Lizzie smiled
"See you!" Lizzie said as she saw Miranda. "What was that all about?" Miranda asked. "Gordo asked me over his house. You can't come. He said he was getting things with his mom. I'm supposed to wear nice clothes. Clearly he asked me out." Lizzie replied. "How romantic of him. You guys would make a cute couple." Miranda squealed. "Yeah! I don't know what to wear, though." Lizzie said. "Not to worry! I finished my essay in study hall and I have, like you, no homework. You will have the perfect outfit, I promise." Miranda assured. "Ok, if you say so," Lizzie replied. The two girls got on the bus and as they came in the door they rushed to Lizzie's room so quickly that Mrs. McGuire didn't know that they had come. They searched and searched for THE perfect outfit, nice but comfy and not too nice. Style after style, they nearly ran out of clothes to try on it was always: "How about this," Miranda asked. "Nah. Too dressy,'' or "Nah. Too casual,'' or "Not exactly fitting the occasion, but pretty," all said by Lizzie until one of the last things Miranda could find. It was a lovely bust-flattering white dress that made her look extremely tan that was cut exactly at the right places, not too loose, not skin-tight, plus it matched her favorite new sandals. "This is perfect! I love it!" Lizzie squealed. She was beautiful! They decided not to put makeup on because: 1. Guys hate makeup. 2. If done wrong, it will make you look much worse. 3. The dress demands bare naked skin. They sprayed a little perfume on and it was 5:45 so they had to tell Mrs. McGuire they were leaving.
"Mom, I'm need to go to someone's house so I will be going now." Lizzie said as she slid out the door. " Oh, that is wonderful. A date! Wait a second, Lizzie. Who is it? I won't let you go until you tell me. If I catch you going, you will be grounded. Once I know, you may go," Mrs. McGuire said. "Ethan Craft!" Lizzie said with the cheesiest smile on her face. "No your aren't by the look on your face. Don't lie to me, ELIZABETH!" Mrs. McGuire said. "Ok, it's Gordo." Lizzie said looking at the floor. Matt was laughing so hard that milk was flying out of his nose. "Oh, he is such a nice boy. Have fun. I will see you later. No I must go mop up the milk that Matt has passed through his nose.'' Mrs. McGuire said. Lizzie giggled (like me!!). "Bye!" Lizzie said as she and Miranda walked to Gordo's house. "Remember to be nice to him and maybe sparks will fly!" Miranda giggled with excitement. "You better go home Miranda or Gordo will be mad at me. Bye." Lizzie said. Miranda just waved.
Lizzie knocked on the door. It was Gordo. He was wearing a crisp white shirt with a gray tie and gray slacks. " Hi, Lizzie. Please come in.'' Gordo said.
I'm sorry to all the readers who hate cliffhangers (probly everyone) but I was on my 5th page and want to get reviews. I love them. Give me them now!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or I might not make another chapter. R+R please!!!
Chapter 2
As Miranda and Lizzie headed to their lockers, they realized they were in different homerooms so they were forced to split up. "I'll see you at lunch, Lizzie." Miranda called.
"I'll see you too," Lizzie said. They both went to their lockers. "20- 45-7" she mumbled to herself. She put her books away and headed to first period, a little bit late, though.
Meanwhile, Miranda was opening her locker. "25-42-19" she thought. She put some things up in her locker and rushed to first period very late.
At that same time, Lizzie was being lectured on the importance of being on time. "From the kindness of my heart and since this is the first day, I will not make you write an essay on the importance of the rules. The essay must be 5 - 7 paragraphs long and no topic or sentence can be repeated. Every time you are late, the paragraph has to be completely different or I will give you a detention and a 10 - 12 paragraph essay. The same thing happens if you are late more than two days a week. Hopefully for you, you will only write essays in English class. Miss McGuire, now take your seat." The history and geography teacher Mrs. Pisser said. Mrs. Pisser was a mean old lady known to her "victims" as Mrs. Wet Pants or Mrs. Miss The Toilet. Lizzie nodded as she took her seat.
Soon after Lizzie's lecture was said, Miranda had hers. She wasn't as lucky as Lizzie though. "State your name," an evil looking teacher named Mrs. Croaker aka Mrs. Choke Me said.
"Miranda Sanchez," Miranda trembled out.
"Miranda, eh." Mrs. Croaker said evilly, "I do think I've heard of the Sanchez before.Hmm. Oh! Of course! Your brother, Michael! Smart kid; honor's classes all through high school. He was in my geography club. Anyway, why were you so late, Miss Sanchez?"
"Em, my bus kinda came late, and I, you know, had to go to my locker." Miranda tried.
"No, I don't know. I would like a hand written essay on why being late is cruel to teachers and why it is disrupting. That is due tomorrow. If it is not 500 or more words, less than 5 paragraphs, or has more than 7 paragraphs, you get a 120-minute detention on Friday. Understood?" Mrs. Croaker asked.
"Defiantly. I'm going to try to be on time from now on." Miranda worked up the courage to say.
"On thing before you sit down, typed essays, essays off the computer that you copied, or $1 essays from the boys bathroom will give you a 120- minute detention." Mrs. Croaker said. Miranda nodded as she sat down.
Both Lizzie's and Miranda's teachers talked about the rules. They went on and on about nothing and people in both classes struggled to stay awake to avoid detentions and writing essays about the importance of staying awake and paying attention in class.
More teachers talking and more people having to write essays continued as the morning went on. Finally, after millions of boring introductions to what they would be studying and things we don't care about, came lunch. "Time to approach Gordo." Lizzie thought, "So here goes nothing."
She spotted Gordo in the back of the lunch line and rushed to beat Kate Sanders to the line.
"God, Lizzie, there is no running in the school except for PE. I wouldn't be surprised if you liked Gordo." Kate said snobbily (very snobby, my own word! Please add it to the dictionary, Webster).
"Mind your own beeswax and stay there" Lizzie replied back.
"Whatever, McGuire." Kate sighed.
They got their food and Gordo headed to sit with Ethan when Lizzie pulled his shirt and asked him, "Gordo, sit with us."
"Um, ok.'' Gordo said with a look that screamed that he didn't want to have anything to do with them.
"So, how was everyone's day today." Lizzie asked them all.
" Boring! And I got an essay for being late for Mrs. Choke Me." Miranda spat out. (This is away to mean she was quickly saying something horrible. She didn't literally spit.)
"Um, same with Miranda, though I didn't need to write an essay, though I might be able to write it for you, or at least help you.'' Gordo suggested, obviously unraveling his tongue (meaning he is less nervous as he goes).
"I'm going to get detention if I quote 'type it up, copy it from a website, or buy it from the boys bathroom' unquote." Miranda groaned.
"Mine was boring, and I also didn't get an essay. Remember Miranda, you like writing the most. You got the A in that timed writing exam that knocked Gordo off high honors and knocked me off honors. Gordo got a C. I go an F. You got an A. Mrs. Croaker might get fired if you get in F because Miss Ungermayer is nice enough that she will re-grade it if she likes your parents enough. Bringing up your brother helps a lot. Remember when you told Mrs. Brownie about your brother and she was happy to re-grade your math essay on pi. That was your stoke of luck," Lizzie replied.
"Lizzie's right. You scored twice as high as Lizzie on the exam. You have a genius older brother. You will ace that essay because it goes into your grade. Many honor's students with a lot of time on their hands come late on purpose for the essay and some that aren't interested in detention request essays to improve their grades. Plus, it looks amazing on their college resume. You will get an A. I know you will." Gordo added.
"Maybe you guys are right. I can do it." Miranda said.
"That's the spirit!" said Gordo. By this time, Gordo was fearless. He wasn't afraid of Lizzie anymore. The only thing on his mind was the encouragement he gave Miranda, he's lunch that was for once good, and asking Lizzie over to his house without Miranda.
They finished their lunch and went to study hall where Miranda wrote the rough draft of her essay, edited it, and made her final copy. Lizzie was in a corner, writing a letter to a friend she made in Cancun, Maria. In another corner was Gordo, writing a note for Lizzie to ask her over his house. He had crumbled up a billion notes that he deemed quote 'Not close to good enough' unquote when Ethan Craft couldn't stand seeing Gordo and not knowing what the hell he was doing. He decided to go up to him and ask him. "Hey dude, whatcadoing?" Ethan asked in a friendly tone that would defiantly get him to talk. Gordo covered his notebook in his chest. Ethan took a note from the trash and read it to himself. "These are good ask-me-out notes. But you don't like them. I have any idea. Write this. Hi, Lizzie, I was wondering if you are doing anything tonight? If you can, come over to my place. Don't let Miranda come. Wear something nice. When you come, you'll know why. Send a note to locker 123 or tell me. The locker is red instead of blue so it will stand out like a sore thumb. It broke last year. I'll be seeing you there (I hope) - Gordo." Ethan said slowly so Gordo could write it down neatly. "Thanks!" was all Gordo could say as he shook hands with Ethan. "No problem, dude." Ethan replied.
Soon after that, they had their afternoon classes and as Lizzie was rearing to go home, a note fell to the floor. It read:
Dear Lizzie,
I was wondering if you are doing anything tonight? If you can, come of to my place. Don't let Miranda come. Wear something nice. When you come, you'll know why. Send a note to locker 123 or directly to me. The locker is red instead of blue so it will stand out like a sore thumb. It broke last year. I'll be seeing you. (I hope!)
--Gordo
"Oh, that is so sweet!" Lizzie said. She rushed to locker 123. To her relief, Gordo was packing his bag. "Hi, Gordo! I got your note. I'm not busy, I'll come by your house at about.what.6 maybe." Lizzie asked. "That's good. I'll see you then. I have to go with my mom to buy.some things," Gordo said. Lizzie smiled
"See you!" Lizzie said as she saw Miranda. "What was that all about?" Miranda asked. "Gordo asked me over his house. You can't come. He said he was getting things with his mom. I'm supposed to wear nice clothes. Clearly he asked me out." Lizzie replied. "How romantic of him. You guys would make a cute couple." Miranda squealed. "Yeah! I don't know what to wear, though." Lizzie said. "Not to worry! I finished my essay in study hall and I have, like you, no homework. You will have the perfect outfit, I promise." Miranda assured. "Ok, if you say so," Lizzie replied. The two girls got on the bus and as they came in the door they rushed to Lizzie's room so quickly that Mrs. McGuire didn't know that they had come. They searched and searched for THE perfect outfit, nice but comfy and not too nice. Style after style, they nearly ran out of clothes to try on it was always: "How about this," Miranda asked. "Nah. Too dressy,'' or "Nah. Too casual,'' or "Not exactly fitting the occasion, but pretty," all said by Lizzie until one of the last things Miranda could find. It was a lovely bust-flattering white dress that made her look extremely tan that was cut exactly at the right places, not too loose, not skin-tight, plus it matched her favorite new sandals. "This is perfect! I love it!" Lizzie squealed. She was beautiful! They decided not to put makeup on because: 1. Guys hate makeup. 2. If done wrong, it will make you look much worse. 3. The dress demands bare naked skin. They sprayed a little perfume on and it was 5:45 so they had to tell Mrs. McGuire they were leaving.
"Mom, I'm need to go to someone's house so I will be going now." Lizzie said as she slid out the door. " Oh, that is wonderful. A date! Wait a second, Lizzie. Who is it? I won't let you go until you tell me. If I catch you going, you will be grounded. Once I know, you may go," Mrs. McGuire said. "Ethan Craft!" Lizzie said with the cheesiest smile on her face. "No your aren't by the look on your face. Don't lie to me, ELIZABETH!" Mrs. McGuire said. "Ok, it's Gordo." Lizzie said looking at the floor. Matt was laughing so hard that milk was flying out of his nose. "Oh, he is such a nice boy. Have fun. I will see you later. No I must go mop up the milk that Matt has passed through his nose.'' Mrs. McGuire said. Lizzie giggled (like me!!). "Bye!" Lizzie said as she and Miranda walked to Gordo's house. "Remember to be nice to him and maybe sparks will fly!" Miranda giggled with excitement. "You better go home Miranda or Gordo will be mad at me. Bye." Lizzie said. Miranda just waved.
Lizzie knocked on the door. It was Gordo. He was wearing a crisp white shirt with a gray tie and gray slacks. " Hi, Lizzie. Please come in.'' Gordo said.
I'm sorry to all the readers who hate cliffhangers (probly everyone) but I was on my 5th page and want to get reviews. I love them. Give me them now!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or I might not make another chapter. R+R please!!!