Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie, Gordo, or Miranda. I do own Catalina, Rose, and Wendy. I also own the plot- I think!
A/N: Thanks to all of my REVIEWERS. I didn't know how many REVIEWS to expect, so, I prepared myself for the worst and expected NONE! Well, I really appreciate all the nice things that you guys (and girls) have said to me. I welcome advice also. Another thing, if any one wants to be or needs a beta, e-mail me or tell me in a REVIEW and I'll e-mail you through your bio page. O, another thing- make me really happy and press that button down there in the bottom left hand corner that says GO on it. O' Yea, just one more thing, and then on with the story- If any of you have written a story and want me to read it, just tell me in your REVIEW and I will! (I'll also REVIEW your story for you!)
O' One more thing- Lizzie and Gordo don't have Miranda's diary. I'm just telling you tidbits of it to torture you!
Chapter 3
More Junk
Wendy opened all three doors of their 3-door-garage so that she could see better and have access to the already growing trash pile. As she surveyed the mess again, she realized that on first sight she had thought it was more of a mess than it really was. Wendy then wondered if she would get into trouble if she just threw everything away and didn't go through all the boxes and piles. But, as the thought crossed her mind, she realized that she would then have to tell her mom why she was done so fast and why she had produced more trash than her sisters. This idea would definitely get her into trouble, BIG TROUBLE.
As Wendy started to go through some boxes, she wondered why her mother just couldn't let her live her own life. She was always butting in, not just with chores, but also with advice and questions. She even came to snoop around my room last month Wendy realized with a shock. She had originally thought that her mother had just been gathering up dirty clothes to wash, but then, 'that doesn't explain why my diary was out on my bed or why my desk had been gone through either' she realized. 'I had just thought that Rose had come snooping around, but she hasn't done that for like, what, forever?! I hate it when she is always asking if I'm OK and if everything went well at school or if there is anything she can do for me – like she has any time to do anything extra for me!' Wendy thought.
While Wendy had been musing, she hadn't realized that twenty minutes had gone by and she had cleared a space 3'x 3' in the garage. She had just decided to take a break when she head her mom call her to dinner. As she went in, she pushed all of the other thoughts to the back of her mind to think about later. Flashback- Miranda's diary
Dear Diary,
I can't believe this is happening! I'm only 16!....
A/n: I know, I know, this is kinda short, but O' well, just tell me what you think by pressing that little purple button over there!
