"Miranda.." said Lizzie. "Where'd Gordo go?" Miranda who was also confused, shrugged. The school bell suddenly rang. "Oh well, we got to get to class, art class I think, right?" said Miranda. Lizzie nodded. And the two girls ran off to class.

Gordo sat in art class. "That was close…" he thought. "What if Lizzie finds out?" Suddenly the door swung open, Miranda and Lizzie came rushing in. Looking at Lizzie, Gordo sunk down his chair still feeling embarrassed. "I want you all to paint a still-life picture of this." Their art teacher placed a bowl of fruits with a flower vase beside it on his table for all to see. "Remember," he began. "Paint what you, in your eyes see and feel. Be creative." He carefully handed out sheets of paper, pencils, paints, cups of water and brushes. "First I want you to sketch it all out with the pencil I gave you, and then you can start painting." Lizzie picked up her pencil and made a rough sketch of the vase and bowl of fruits. The vase she drew was quite lopsided but she let it be. When she was done, she picked up her paintbrush, dipped in water, and in a light pink color paint she started to paint. She used different colors for the fruits. When the painting was done she held it close to her face and admired her work. "This looks pretty decent actually." She thought. "Nice painting." A voice said behind her. Lizzie looked over her shoulder, it was Gordo. She flashed a smile, "Thanks." She whispered.

END OF CLASS

Gordo Online Journal

Man… I hope she doesn't find out…. I probably won't get a chance anyways. Ethan will. But I really don't know they see in him. He doesn't even know what 1 x 1 is! I wonder how he even passed 6th grade. Oh well.. I'm in the computer room right now, at school, so I better go before someone comes and try reading this.

Mental Note: I got to get Larry to send my note!

-Gordo

Lizzie took a seat at the lunch table and put her tray down. She took out her binder and opened it to a clear page, just to write a journal. But in her binder pocket, a note was sticking out. She carefully pulled it out and unfolded it. It said:

I want tell you who I am but I don't think you will be happy to know who I am.

You're an awesome person Lizzie.

-Your secret Admirer

Lizzie tossed the note back in her binder and quickly closed shut. "Who IS it?!!" she thought while playing with her food. Half of her wanted to know and half of her didn't.