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Chapter 10. I Am
That Friday:
"One more week of seniors!" Lizzie exclaimed. "You got into Harvard, I'm in Princeton, Randa's in UCLA, Kate's going to NYU, Larry got into Yale and Ethan has a full scholarship to San Diego! We're so far!"
"You got into Princeton?" Gordo asked. She nodded, smiling. He made her spin around and kissed her. "Baby, that's awesome!" Miranda, Kate, Ethan and Larry came.
"What?" Miranda asked.
"You got your letters!" Kate said. Lizzie nodded.
"Yesterday," she said.
"Good news, right?" Larry asked. She nodded again, still smiling.
"Princeton?" Kate asked. Lizzie's smile grew bigger, the three girls started to jump around and squealing.
"I also got accepted in Julliard," she finished. Lizzie played the guitar and everybody said she was gifted. Gordo kissed her again, Miranda and Kate squealed and Ethan and Larry whistled. Lizzie opened her locker to find some books and Gordo, Larry and Ethan went to theirs. An envelope fell from Lizzie's; she picked it up and opened it. It was a photo. She saw it and gasped. It was from Ronny and her… in bed. Miranda saw it and gasped too. "Th-this is not true… it's fake…" Lizzie said. But she wasn't the only one who got it. Gordo came towards her, holding one too. "Gordo, I-You know it's not true" he looked at her face, with a hurt look.
"How could I, Liz? You're hiding something from me, and I… I don't feel the same about us anymore," he said. Tears began to run down her face. "I think we should take a break… I need to clear my head" he walked away, while Miranda and Kate ran to hug their friend, but she got out of their embrace and ran to the bathroom.
End of chapter.
"I'm an angel, I'm a devil
I am
sometimes in between
I'm as bad it can get
And good as it can
be
Sometimes I'm a million colors
Sometimes I'm black and
white
I am all extremes
Try figure me out you never can
There's
so many things I am
I am special
I am beautiful
I am
wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm
miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all
the things I am
I'm someone filled with self-belief
And
haunted by self-doubt
I've got all the answers
I've got nothing
figured out
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone
I'm
up and I am down
But that's part of the thrill
Part of the
plan
Part of all of the things I am
I am special
I am
beautiful
I am wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes
I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of
all the things I am
I'm a million contradictions
Sometimes
I make no sense
Sometimes I'm perfect
Sometimes I'm a
mess
Sometimes I'm not sure who I am
I am special
I am
beautiful
I am wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes
I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of
all the things I am
I am special
I am beautiful
I am
wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm
miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all
the things I am
Of all the things I am
Sometimes I'm
miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all
the things I am
Of all the things I am"
AN: Ok, as I said, their bubble popped. Not much comments in this chapter… (Weirdo)
Mark Of Ctown: Thanx!
Lin: Don't
worry, as you can see, things didn't.
