A/N: I am like the slowest updater, aren't I? Actually, probably just
easily distracted. Um, well, here is chapter four, so enjoy it, and if you
have the urge, please review. It will make my day, even if it says "Hey. I
am reading your story."
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire
Chapter Four
Day Two
11 July 2004.
Here I am in my second day in England, and really lost in a way.
Today, we went to a theme park, Chessington, which was about an hour away. Traffic was insane, but we made it.
I am still not used to driving on the other side of the road. Also, England has these things on the roads called roundabouts that definitely would not work in America. They are these circles on highways that make cars turn to go to different places. They are pretty cool looking, but Jaime says they get really annoying.
We woke up at seven to get on the road by nine. Everyone wanted to take a shower. It reminded me of how much I never really liked European plumbing. Bathrooms are really weird. I do feel clean, but there was almost no pressure, and no one in the house could flush the toilet while someone was showering. Well, they could, but it would become extremely hot for the person taking the shower. Not to mention that there was very little hot water. Luckily the girls managed to wake up before the boys and we got our showers in before them.
While we were waiting for everyone, we ate breakfast, which was cereal, "Frosties," which is what English people call "Frosted Flakes." Everything is different over here, even though its English. Like, nutritional facts are very precise. Skim milk has 0.2 grams of fat. Also, they call saturated fat, "fat of which saturates."
So, after I ate a bowl of Frosties with Skim milk which has 0.2 grams of fat and no fat of which saturates, I went to check my e-mail, and as promised, I sent my parents an e-mail, telling them I was perfectly fine, and having fun.
At come point, Mrs. Spencer came in to tell us that we should make our own lunch, because food might be expensive. She had bought bread the day before as well as some ham, turkey, and cheese.
The girls made their sandwiches.
"You know," her mom said, "Y'all are going to run out of time if you wait for the boys to do all this, so why don't you make their sandwiches for them?"
"Okay," Anna said. She was so obviously a pleaser of her parents. After her mom disappeared, she asked us if we knew what kind of sandwiches they would like. Miranda knew what Brian liked, Sarah knew what David liked, and of course, and unfortunately, I knew what Gordo liked.
So, we made sandwiches for them. I was tempted to refuse this, but decided against it because it would be stupid. I fixed Gordo a turkey sandwich with lettuce and mayonase. Meanwhile, Anna and Jaime packed the crisps (chips).
Finally, at around ten, everyone was ready, and we all went into the giant van. This time, Anna sat up front with Jaime. Jaime controlled the music, and chose to play the first N Sync CD. All of us laughed as we sang along to "Tearin' Up My Heart," and everything else. This was so awesome and great. I knew for a fact that Gordo wasn't an N Sync fan, but all the guys were singing along, too.
Like I said before, traffic was horrendous, and the drivers were driving pretty close together. This was worse than LA traffic. Finally, though, we reached Chessington at around eleven.
After we parked, we went up to the entrance, and paid for the family pass thing, making each of us have to pay about nine pounds, and then entered with our maps.
Jaime then led us to the lockers, where we rented two, each fifty pence, to hold our belongings and food.
We went on a few rides, including a roller coaster and a lot of other rides, and then we decided to eat. We bought drinks at the McDonalds in the park, and then ate outside. The weather was really being good to us.
After eating and throwing our trash away, we went on some more rides, including the swings what swung around in circles and also squirted water at you randomly.
That ride was a lot of fun. So fun, in fact, that we went on it again. Only on the second time, we got stuck. We were all spread apart on the ride, mixed in with some younger children who looked like they just got out of school.
"All right," the ride manager, "Everyone stay where you are. We will get this figured out shortly."
"What do you mean 'stay put?' a boy who was behind me asked, "It's not like we are going to go anywhere!" The boy had a point, given the fact that we were all about twenty feet about the ground on the ride.
After about ten minutes, the younger children started throwing their shoes off. Little English boys are. . . strange.
At one point, a guy who looked about our age started unhooking himself and prepared to jump, but one of the employees told him that if he jumped, he would have to be escorted out of the park. He stayed.
After a good twenty minutes, we were finally put down. I have to say, although it wasn't all that fun being stuck up there, it was pretty amusing watching people.
After that ride, we went on the bumper cars, which in England, they call, "dodgems." I was never really great at this, but it was really fun.
We went on a few more rides, including another roller coaster and a ride where everyone would be seated in three rows on a circular thing that would rise up and start spinning. It was pretty scary, as I am not a fan of things that go upside-down, but it was fun. To make it more interesting, it splashed water on everyone at the end, so we came out soaking wet.
By this time, it was almost three, and we agreed to one more ride before we left, the first roller coaster we went on that traveled around the park.
Unfortunately, the seating arrangements changed, and by some weirdness, Gordo and I ended up sitting next to each other. This was manageable, because it was a roller coaster ride that would last all of four minutes, and we didn't have to talk.
So, the roller coaster ride started, and it was going well, until right before the hill, the car in front of us got stuck. They were halfway up the hill. Because of them, we couldn't go anywhere, so we were stuck yet again. Here I was with my feet dangling on a stuck roller coaster ride, next to Gordo.
Gordo must have been thinking the same thing because his teeth were clenched, and he was making "s" noises with his mouth.
The attendants told us it would take a few minutes to fix the car ahead of us, which could mean a half an hour.
I then noticed the guy who was around us waiting for news' nametag read "Si."
"That's an interesting name," I observed, trying to make small conversation to end the awkward silence.
Gordo looked at the guy and said, "Um, yeah, it's short for Simon, and its pronounced like 'Sigh,' actually."
"Oh," I said, and I laughed nervously, "Interesting."
"Yeah, or British," he said, but he sounded kind of rude.
"Oh," I said, "So, um, are you having fun so far?"
Gordo nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess. We have gotten on two rides that have made us stuck."
"Yeah, both the rides we got stuck on, we were on twice," I said, and I laughed, "Its like the curse of the second ride or something."
Gordo laughed. I can't believe I made him laugh, but I did it.
After a few more minutes of mostly silence, the car before us finally started, and we were finally able to complete the ride. It was like fourteen minutes of Hell, though. I mean, why can't Gordo just move on. That way, it would be a whole lot easier for me to move on.
After that, we went home, but not before getting a dessert from McDonalds.
The drive home was a little shorter than on the way, and this time, we listened to Hanson and Spice Girls. I think the guys thought this was the ultimate torture, but since we outnumbered them, there wasn't much we could do.
We got home at around five, and hung around the basement and watched TV. Gordo was obviously avoiding me as always, but it was really starting to get to me. I need to have a conversation with that boy because we are supposed to be friends, not enemies. That talk needs to happen very soon.
We ate sandwiches for dinner and then Jaime suggested that we play Trivial Pursuit in teams. We agreed, and paired up to play the British version of Trivial Pursuit. The difference between the British and American version is the questions are about Queens, dukes, British football. . .basically everything British.
So, I teamed with Jaime, the Trivia Queen, Miranda and Gordo paired, Sarah and Anna paired, as did Brian and David.
After over two hours of the game, because the questions were so hard, Jaime and I finally won. I had an advantage because Jaime was familiar with this game, but even she didn't know everything.
By this time, it as ten, and everyone was getting tired again, and wearing out. We all decided to go to bed, so the boys went to the den, Jaime went to her room, and the rest of us went to our respective beds. I stayed up to write in my diary, while Miranda went right to sleep. Sarah and Anna are on the other side of the room, whispering to each other. I am definitely going to go to bed now.
Ahh, Today Chessington, tomorrow the World! Or, you know, Windsor. It is a start, though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire
Chapter Four
Day Two
11 July 2004.
Here I am in my second day in England, and really lost in a way.
Today, we went to a theme park, Chessington, which was about an hour away. Traffic was insane, but we made it.
I am still not used to driving on the other side of the road. Also, England has these things on the roads called roundabouts that definitely would not work in America. They are these circles on highways that make cars turn to go to different places. They are pretty cool looking, but Jaime says they get really annoying.
We woke up at seven to get on the road by nine. Everyone wanted to take a shower. It reminded me of how much I never really liked European plumbing. Bathrooms are really weird. I do feel clean, but there was almost no pressure, and no one in the house could flush the toilet while someone was showering. Well, they could, but it would become extremely hot for the person taking the shower. Not to mention that there was very little hot water. Luckily the girls managed to wake up before the boys and we got our showers in before them.
While we were waiting for everyone, we ate breakfast, which was cereal, "Frosties," which is what English people call "Frosted Flakes." Everything is different over here, even though its English. Like, nutritional facts are very precise. Skim milk has 0.2 grams of fat. Also, they call saturated fat, "fat of which saturates."
So, after I ate a bowl of Frosties with Skim milk which has 0.2 grams of fat and no fat of which saturates, I went to check my e-mail, and as promised, I sent my parents an e-mail, telling them I was perfectly fine, and having fun.
At come point, Mrs. Spencer came in to tell us that we should make our own lunch, because food might be expensive. She had bought bread the day before as well as some ham, turkey, and cheese.
The girls made their sandwiches.
"You know," her mom said, "Y'all are going to run out of time if you wait for the boys to do all this, so why don't you make their sandwiches for them?"
"Okay," Anna said. She was so obviously a pleaser of her parents. After her mom disappeared, she asked us if we knew what kind of sandwiches they would like. Miranda knew what Brian liked, Sarah knew what David liked, and of course, and unfortunately, I knew what Gordo liked.
So, we made sandwiches for them. I was tempted to refuse this, but decided against it because it would be stupid. I fixed Gordo a turkey sandwich with lettuce and mayonase. Meanwhile, Anna and Jaime packed the crisps (chips).
Finally, at around ten, everyone was ready, and we all went into the giant van. This time, Anna sat up front with Jaime. Jaime controlled the music, and chose to play the first N Sync CD. All of us laughed as we sang along to "Tearin' Up My Heart," and everything else. This was so awesome and great. I knew for a fact that Gordo wasn't an N Sync fan, but all the guys were singing along, too.
Like I said before, traffic was horrendous, and the drivers were driving pretty close together. This was worse than LA traffic. Finally, though, we reached Chessington at around eleven.
After we parked, we went up to the entrance, and paid for the family pass thing, making each of us have to pay about nine pounds, and then entered with our maps.
Jaime then led us to the lockers, where we rented two, each fifty pence, to hold our belongings and food.
We went on a few rides, including a roller coaster and a lot of other rides, and then we decided to eat. We bought drinks at the McDonalds in the park, and then ate outside. The weather was really being good to us.
After eating and throwing our trash away, we went on some more rides, including the swings what swung around in circles and also squirted water at you randomly.
That ride was a lot of fun. So fun, in fact, that we went on it again. Only on the second time, we got stuck. We were all spread apart on the ride, mixed in with some younger children who looked like they just got out of school.
"All right," the ride manager, "Everyone stay where you are. We will get this figured out shortly."
"What do you mean 'stay put?' a boy who was behind me asked, "It's not like we are going to go anywhere!" The boy had a point, given the fact that we were all about twenty feet about the ground on the ride.
After about ten minutes, the younger children started throwing their shoes off. Little English boys are. . . strange.
At one point, a guy who looked about our age started unhooking himself and prepared to jump, but one of the employees told him that if he jumped, he would have to be escorted out of the park. He stayed.
After a good twenty minutes, we were finally put down. I have to say, although it wasn't all that fun being stuck up there, it was pretty amusing watching people.
After that ride, we went on the bumper cars, which in England, they call, "dodgems." I was never really great at this, but it was really fun.
We went on a few more rides, including another roller coaster and a ride where everyone would be seated in three rows on a circular thing that would rise up and start spinning. It was pretty scary, as I am not a fan of things that go upside-down, but it was fun. To make it more interesting, it splashed water on everyone at the end, so we came out soaking wet.
By this time, it was almost three, and we agreed to one more ride before we left, the first roller coaster we went on that traveled around the park.
Unfortunately, the seating arrangements changed, and by some weirdness, Gordo and I ended up sitting next to each other. This was manageable, because it was a roller coaster ride that would last all of four minutes, and we didn't have to talk.
So, the roller coaster ride started, and it was going well, until right before the hill, the car in front of us got stuck. They were halfway up the hill. Because of them, we couldn't go anywhere, so we were stuck yet again. Here I was with my feet dangling on a stuck roller coaster ride, next to Gordo.
Gordo must have been thinking the same thing because his teeth were clenched, and he was making "s" noises with his mouth.
The attendants told us it would take a few minutes to fix the car ahead of us, which could mean a half an hour.
I then noticed the guy who was around us waiting for news' nametag read "Si."
"That's an interesting name," I observed, trying to make small conversation to end the awkward silence.
Gordo looked at the guy and said, "Um, yeah, it's short for Simon, and its pronounced like 'Sigh,' actually."
"Oh," I said, and I laughed nervously, "Interesting."
"Yeah, or British," he said, but he sounded kind of rude.
"Oh," I said, "So, um, are you having fun so far?"
Gordo nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess. We have gotten on two rides that have made us stuck."
"Yeah, both the rides we got stuck on, we were on twice," I said, and I laughed, "Its like the curse of the second ride or something."
Gordo laughed. I can't believe I made him laugh, but I did it.
After a few more minutes of mostly silence, the car before us finally started, and we were finally able to complete the ride. It was like fourteen minutes of Hell, though. I mean, why can't Gordo just move on. That way, it would be a whole lot easier for me to move on.
After that, we went home, but not before getting a dessert from McDonalds.
The drive home was a little shorter than on the way, and this time, we listened to Hanson and Spice Girls. I think the guys thought this was the ultimate torture, but since we outnumbered them, there wasn't much we could do.
We got home at around five, and hung around the basement and watched TV. Gordo was obviously avoiding me as always, but it was really starting to get to me. I need to have a conversation with that boy because we are supposed to be friends, not enemies. That talk needs to happen very soon.
We ate sandwiches for dinner and then Jaime suggested that we play Trivial Pursuit in teams. We agreed, and paired up to play the British version of Trivial Pursuit. The difference between the British and American version is the questions are about Queens, dukes, British football. . .basically everything British.
So, I teamed with Jaime, the Trivia Queen, Miranda and Gordo paired, Sarah and Anna paired, as did Brian and David.
After over two hours of the game, because the questions were so hard, Jaime and I finally won. I had an advantage because Jaime was familiar with this game, but even she didn't know everything.
By this time, it as ten, and everyone was getting tired again, and wearing out. We all decided to go to bed, so the boys went to the den, Jaime went to her room, and the rest of us went to our respective beds. I stayed up to write in my diary, while Miranda went right to sleep. Sarah and Anna are on the other side of the room, whispering to each other. I am definitely going to go to bed now.
Ahh, Today Chessington, tomorrow the World! Or, you know, Windsor. It is a start, though.